It's been quite the couple of weeks around here, with my parents in town for the holidays and the first-ever family Christmas hosted in our new home. Each year, we switch off between Chicago and San Francisco for Thanksgiving and Christmas, and it's always pretty hard for me to be away from my siblings and nieces and nephews — but it's also such a blessing to share the holidays with Radley's family, and to see my parents welcomed into the fold this year, too.
I was beyond grateful to have my parents here for our first hosting experience. We spent Christmas Eve with Radley's dad's side, Christmas morning with my parents, and his mom's side came over to celebrate Christmas day. Seven trips to Target and many a dollar-store purchases later, I managed to scramble together a festive setup before Radley and his Oma took on the holiday feast.
And as much as I've always appreciated a good white Christmas, I have to say — a sixty-degree California morning really isn't so bad, either, and the four of us took advantage of the sunshine with a cozy brunch on the deck before guests arrived. From there it was fun and chaotic, perfectly imperfect, and although most of us ended up catching a stomach bug days later (myself included!), it turned out to be a really special, once-in-a-lifetime kind of holiday that I know I'll look back on and cherish.
It's appropriate, I think, that amid all the feasting and frenzy, all I took were a couple of blurry iPhone photos. They pretty much say it all, and (true to form) I'm already missing the moments.
Hope you all had a wonderful holiday!