Some Memories

There are just some memories that you can't take a picture of. Moments in time where you can't grab your phone or camera fast enough. And maybe they stay with you, and maybe they don't.

My husband is a little glum this morning. He feels the weight of Covid and 2020 differently and he is quiet in his own way.

One of the gifts I could give him is to allow him to sleep in and take care of the house until he felt like waking up. When he emerged with a smile, I played with the dog. Which made him grin, because he knows the dog and I have a love-hate relationship. 

And then I dog-piled on children, and we giggled and laughed and then decided to take our chaos to daddy. There was so much laughing and giggling and squealing even from the males in the family that I had a chuckle to myself. 

I laughed at a comic that my BFF sent me this morning of a mother quite literally shouting at her children "we will have a lovely Christmas memory, I will make you do it or I will ground you!" I actually didn't need to threaten anyone. It was natural and organic and crazy and chaotic and it brought smiles. Sometimes those best Christmas memories are the ones that don't require packages and bows.