As I think back on the holidays when I was a child, they were filled with family, food and fun. At times there was stress between the personalities, but the joy of the season overshadowed it. In recent years the family has spread out across the world, we’ve gone our separate directions, and those who created those traditions have passed.
Now it’s just my husband Jack, my mom and me. We have created our new traditions that I’ll treasure all my life. I miss my grandparents and my dad. But I have these wonderful memories. Each time I make a holiday pie, my grandma is cheering me on. The twinkle in my grandpa’s eye fills my heart with love. And my Dad is smiling down because he always said things work out as they need to. And they have.
My memories of what was, and what is at this moment, begin and end with love. And when we allow ourselves to lead with love all is as it should be.