Sometimes You Want to Have a Place For Those Memories
You know that the expression 'A Home For the Holidays' is often overused. It loses its true meaning when it is repeated so often. But honestly, with the holidays upon us, I think of the expression with a full heart. You see, this year, my home will be missing a few people who have always been here. While I am lovingly preparing the recipes that my mother handed down to me, I will be thinking of her. She passed away this year. Our son will not be here either. He has moved out of state and has to work, so he will not be around. My father passed away many years ago. He is always missed. Some dear friends, with whom we have shared many holiday celebrations will also be away. Fortunately, we will have our daughter and her family here.
There are so many changes in our lives. People come and go, there are births, deaths and illnesses. There are marriages, break ups, divorces, and jobs that remove us from places where we want to be. Still, there is a constant. A home where family and friends can gather, where memories are made, and where our thoughts drift to happy times and joyous gatherings. My recollections of Thanksgivings past brings a smile to my face. I think of the jokes, the laughter, the hurry and scurry, the panic that the turkey will not be done in time. I think of the time the rolls were too hard and the gravy was too thin. I can almost smell the aromas of cinammon, of spices, of sugary goodness baking in the oven. I think of the many guests who have graced our table. I think of the cleaning, the preparation, the shopping, the cooking, the worrying the stress, and then the happiness I feel when the house is full of people...loving people all smiling, talking and animated. The walls echo that joy.
I look around at this home that has stood testament to all of these great times, great memories for over 25 years. The walls hug me with the reminders of myrth and merriment. I am so grateful that we (our whole family) thinks of this home when they recall those happy times.
It may be a smaller, quieter group this year, but it will still be HOME for the holidays. I hope that others feel that way too.
There are so many changes in our lives. People come and go, there are births, deaths and illnesses. There are marriages, break ups, divorces, and jobs that remove us from places where we want to be. Still, there is a constant. A home where family and friends can gather, where memories are made, and where our thoughts drift to happy times and joyous gatherings. My recollections of Thanksgivings past brings a smile to my face. I think of the jokes, the laughter, the hurry and scurry, the panic that the turkey will not be done in time. I think of the time the rolls were too hard and the gravy was too thin. I can almost smell the aromas of cinammon, of spices, of sugary goodness baking in the oven. I think of the many guests who have graced our table. I think of the cleaning, the preparation, the shopping, the cooking, the worrying the stress, and then the happiness I feel when the house is full of people...loving people all smiling, talking and animated. The walls echo that joy.
I look around at this home that has stood testament to all of these great times, great memories for over 25 years. The walls hug me with the reminders of myrth and merriment. I am so grateful that we (our whole family) thinks of this home when they recall those happy times.
It may be a smaller, quieter group this year, but it will still be HOME for the holidays. I hope that others feel that way too.
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