I had my first Christmas holiday at my house yesterday with my family. Last year we had dinner at my dad's, to have "one last Christmas" in his home. I wanted to give my family a nice Christmas even though we were grieving. it wasn't the time to change things up. Also, after the holidays were over, I cried and stayed on the couch for days.
This year I asked if I could host Christmas. And boy did I work hard to get this house as ready as I could humanly possible to get it ready! Holy Moly.
My dad always made French Onion soup, but I coudn't make that happen this year. My dad made the best ham and I will always carry that on. Today I was trying to figure out if it was 300 or 325... and I swear I heard my dad say "325*" It came out perfect!
I had baked cookies Saturday and Sunday and cleaned. It's a lot of work. To be honest I was feeling some kind of way because my basement is big or fancy but really it's cozy and cute. Comparison is a joy killer I tell you. We all gathered around my dad's old dining room table and a card table I got at a garage sale (for $25 - including the chairs!!) and had a delicious meal - if I do say so myself. haha
I went to bed last night and my heart was full! I can't believe how things can change in a year! Last year I pushed through in order to have a good Christmas memory and this year after a lot of hard work (in the house and mentally!) my heart is full of joy!
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