It’s that time of the year. Exciting and, at times, bittersweet.
My house is full.
My two daughters and my son are home.
My son is 14 and growing fast.
My oldest is here with her daughter and husband. (Yes, I’ve been a grandma for seven months! I am abueli, short for abuela in Spanish.)
My youngest just got engaged.
We get together to celebrate Christmas and toast in the New Year. Now that our family of five is growing we have new relationships to navigate. We make mistakes, but our love and respect for each other sustains us. I couldn’t wish for more than that. We have quiet times with moments of laughter and some tears as we share memories, old and new.
It’s that time of the year.
Cross posted to The Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life Tuesday.