Just got back from Rockford. Good thing I have a station wagon. Jesus. Maddie got the CRAP spoiled out of her this year, which rocks. Thanks to everyone who contributed to her spoiledrottenness.
Xmas Eve was good - time with the fam, got to see my Uncle Kevin from San Fran, which was nice. Haven't seen him in quite a while. Jenny got her kicks in by having everyone draw envelopes from a bag, then saying that the cards were from "someone who couldn't be here..." Of course, we're all thinking it's scratch-off tickets, to represent my dad. I'm thinking I'd better find some E&J brandy somewhere, everyone's drawing deep breaths, preparing for SobFest 2003... So we open the cards, and they're all goofy pictures of Jenny and Paul's dog, Fletcher, dressed up in various festive decorations. Mine had Fletcher sitting in such a way that it looks as though there's a giant poinsettia coming out of his ass. What I thought was a giant boner turns out to be how he's hung normally. No wonder he's a little excitable.
My sister rocks.
Paw Paw today to see the grandfolks, and they are grand indeed. Usual holiday gathering, Grandma's fabulous dinner and dessert, bunch of crazy kids running around geeked up on chocolate. Good stuff. I forget sometimes how big my family is. Nice to see everyone. My grandparents are getting to that age when, because I only see them a few times a year, I can't help but thinking every time we say goodbye that this could be the last. I know, it's morbid, but I can't help it. It's not a sorrowful thing, just a recognition of where they are in their lives. Of course, I hope they live lots longer, happily and with good health...but when people start getting up towards 75, those thoughts can't be helped. That kind of shit seems to be on my mind a lot lately. Life, people getting older, new babies coming in, all the generations moving on. Can't believe Jenny's going to be 24 in February. And my daughter, MY DAUGHTER, is going to be THREE. I've been a mom for three years already. I feel like I'm going to wake up tomorrow, and Maddie's kids are going to be waking me up from an afternoon nap to tell me it's 2053 and I fell asleep with my pipe lit again.
Christ.
Happy holidays, everybody.
Posted by stephanie at December 25, 2003 10:18 PM