We arrived safely back home tonight after a busy few days of family and food and presents and travel. After sorting through some of my pictures, I watched them all on a slide show set at high speed (picture what happens in a movie when a character's life flashes before her eyes) and realized that it really felt like everything happened that fast....But it was nice to see everyone, and I had to travel much less than most! One Nice Cousin dug out of the snow to come from Colorado, and others made even longer drives from Texas and Ohio.
On our drive home tonight, Sweet Husband and I were chatting and he (who thinks the holidays are nice in general, but is not necessarily the great lover of Christmas that I am) asked, "What's so special about Christmas?" I don't remember what I said, but on further reflection I think it's just that--the way everyone takes time to come together. Before the holidays we're all in separate places--living our own lives, doing our own thing--and on the 26th we all scatter to the four winds yet again. But for those 2 or 3 days everything else just kind of stops. And even though sometimes it's kind of a blur afterward, even though it never feels like there's enough time to really catch up with the people you'd like to....it's still something pretty special.
Pictures are here.