Connect the dots, la, la, la, la...

Christmas is over and alls well. Mom and Dad left today for a Post-Christmas Vacation and Robbie and I are home safe and sound and happy to be so. I miss Kansas City when we are elsewhere and find I look forward to being home after being away. Considering the turmoil of our first year here, this is a very good thing.

The holidays in OKC can be trying. Robbie and I bounce around from one home to the next and we never get to see everyone we need to see. It always seems like someone is missed. I've decided this is also a very good thing. Robbie and I have "too many" people we love and who love us....how horrible is that?!!

Time never seems like it is in our favor when we go back to OKC. We feel rushed and hurried to meet out visiting quota. It really isn't easy to make the trip back....but don't think I am complaining. I am grateful for our families and their welcoming arms and their questions about our jobs and our life here in KC. I am grateful we are expected to be at Granny & Poppy's on Christmas Eve, Mom and Dad's Christmas morning and Poppy Bob's Christmas afternoon. I would even be willing to add to the list if someone needed me to. Because that is what this is about. It is a need. I need to see my family...to make sure my brother is ok....to make sure my Mom and Dad are living up their second honeymoon, to make sure Granny & Poppy know we love them, to check on Poppy Bob's health. These aren't obligations, they are necessities in our life. Connections. I am grateful for the connections...and Christmas reminds me they are there and they are real.

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pondering_c said…
that was a lovely post. thanks. glad you guys had a great holiday. i'm hoping to see you this weekend.
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