After a whirlwind three
weeks of traveling and celebrating, I finally feel like I have my feet back
under me. The decorations are packed away. The indulgent treats are gone
(almost). And just the general excess of it all has faded back into normalcy.
Which, for a Type A like me, feels really, really good.
But, before the holidays
slip away into warm memories past, I would be remiss not to post about Anderson
Christmas/New Year’s in Chicago. We survived the deep freeze, but it did keeps
us rather confined, so the kids were really going wild by the end of the visit.
I think I probably should have given everyone Advil for Christmas this year. Soooooo
loud (although Grandpa and the Uncles own some of the culpability for that—evidently
noisy toys were all that were in stock)!
New Year’s was a quiet
evening at the house. We let the kids do a Netflix countdown around 8:30 p.m. Dad
and Sharon headed back to the hotel early and (maybe?) did the final countdown
there. The rest of us barely made it to the Chicago midnight, although Chris
and Sean get a little pass since they’re on eastern time.
Thanks for all the
patience and entertaining provided by Grandpa, Sharon, and the Uncles. We all
love you, but the kids especially adore having you around. When it was time for
Sean and Chris to leave for the airport, Nick ran to the basement crying and
refused to say “goodbye,” because he thought that meant they would have to
stay. We got him to come around with the promise that it wasn’t a “goodbye”—just
a “see you a little later.”
I hope all had wonderful
celebrations and are settling into 2018! May it bring us joy, health, and love!
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