Meet my family.
Sure, that clean faced kid in the suspenders is a tad older. . . he’s my dad, and that’s my aunt, and standing tall and proud behind their children are my grandparents.
That’s their life, long ago.
Under twinkling lights, I think of family with me today, and I think of family and friends with me in memories.
I breathe deeply. Grateful.
And I savor the anticipation of a tiny baby that would change the world forever.
Merry Christmas, friends.