For the first time in 10 years, I went home for Christmas.
For the last decade we have heated with a wood stove and were unable to leave the house in the winter for long periods of time.
Most of my children had no memories of what Christmas at Grandpa and Grandma’s looked like. They couldn’t imagine the prairie covered with snow. They had never gone sledding down the hill.
Until this year. Since we no longer heat with wood and our wonderful ground source heat pump keeps the house toasty warm whether we are here or not, we were able to pack up our bags and head north the day after Christmas!
We had a wonderful weekend sharing memories of Christmas’s past and making new ones together.
I enjoyed seeing all the Christmas decorations that were a part of my childhood (including my snowman -shown in the picture- that I made clear back in kindergarten and still hung!), reading all the cards from family friends, and sharing our chocolate goodies with each other.
There’s something about the holidays that makes us want to touch family and revisit the past.
I’m so thankful that I had this chance. There’s nothing like going home for Christmas.