I’m usually not crazy about the holidays, but there’s something about Christmas that just makes me happy. Growing up, it wasn’t just a day.. it was an experience. Helping the house come alive with decorations. Luther Vandross playing in the background. Hallmark movies on repeat with my grandma. The thrill of being too excited to sleep, even though I knew Santa wasn’t real. I chose to believe anyway because it was fun and I’ve always loved magic.
They made Christmas sooo special for me. It wasn’t just a holiday; it was a feeling, a memory. I’m so grateful.
Unfortunately, the holidays haven’t been the same since losing my grams. It was her favorite too, and without her, it just feels… different. For the past three years, I’ve tried to make it my mission not to be sad, but it just hasn’t worked. It’s hard to feel the Christmas spirit without the ones we love, and not being able to fully enjoy it with my daughter made it even harder. I felt like something important was missing and it was.
But this year feels different. I’m excited again, like the old days. I think being back around family is helping. There’s a warmth, a sense of connection, it feels like HOME. I’m so happy to be part of it again and to create new memories with the ones that are still here.
Here’s to celebrating the magic, the nostalgia, and the love that makes this season so special.
xo,
zenwhispers