Steve, Silas, and I just returned home from the first of two family Christmas celebrations. It was a weekend of car trips, too much candy, and card games. As I race around the house trying to catch up on this week that's already started (I have no clean diapers!) I'm reflecting on exactly what it is that I hope my son remembers about his childhood Christmases when he's my age. Above all else, I want his memories to be magical. I want them to be filled with light, laughter, good food, nature, and love. I want there to be anticipation, warmth, generosity, tradition, and joy. We're still trying to figure out the practical side, but we do have a year until our next "go" at it. I think we'll get there.
Linking up with Amanda at The Habit of Being.