I love holidays

I love holidays, but it is the every day stuff that often leaves a lasting impression. 

Those simple words and gestures that make up most of the long minutes and hours of a day are the real foundation of a life, which is why they are so important.

I don't need a great big Christmas tree, or a roasted turkey to bring gratitude to the forefront.

Sometimes all I need is the burbling giggle of my grandson, or the sweet smile of my granddaughter, the laughter of my son playing football with his daughter, or my daughter-in-law offering me a day of relaxation, the whistle of my telephone announcing a text from a loved one, or a phone call from someone dear, all of these things remind me of how lucky I am.

Sitting in a silent row eating popcorn while watching "The Cabinet Of Dr. Caligari" becomes an exercise in togetherness that will come back to warm the cold winter nights alone after I go home. 

Reading to my grandchildren at bedtime, watching my son string his guitar, or my daughter-in-law cook dinner:  it is the simple things I cherish.

I love holidays, but I love my whole life even more.