Christmas is over. The goose that was once fat is now a small facsimile of itself. I am relieved. Presents once wrapped have left our home and only the wrinkled paper remains in the trash. The food that I stressed over, cooked with love and prepared with the utmost care, is now long gone.
If I had it to do over again, I would not change one thing, except perhaps, to include my mom, sister and her family to be with us to celebrate the day.
I've come to realize that a holiday will never meet the expectations one has in ones mind. I try to channel my Martha Stewart but I discovered that there are more important things in life.
This year, I made a few Christmas presents. One present that I was particularly proud of was a scrapbook of my daughter for my son in law before he met her. When he opened the book, there was a slight smile upon his face as he read my inscription to him. Flipping through the scrapbook, he came upon a photo of my daughter in her senior year of high school.
He looked up at her and said "I would totally have hit on you in high school if I knew you!"
And I smiled with pride.