I woke up this morning to the sweet smell of cinnamon and baking pastry dough wafting upstairs. Pillsbury Cinnamon Rolls; one of our family's Christmas traditions. Last night, after I got home, Mom and I set about decorating our mini-Christmas tree and setting up the porcelain village. Back when we lived in CO, we always had a large tree all dressed up, and the family room decked to the nines in Christmas spirit. These days, our celebrations are much smaller - Dad is living in CO, and Lauren has recently moved in with her boyfriend. There is no longer need to deck the halls.
Tomorrow, though, both Dad and Lauren will be here to celebrate. I'm looking forward to seeing them both, and to having dinner with Lauren and her boyfriend.
Later in the week, Mom and I will visit Grandma. She's 95 now, so every time I come home, I make it a priority to see her. Over the past year and a half, there have been several health scares that serve as a reminder of just how unpredictable and fragile life is. I wish I'd been able to see Granddad before he died as much as I see Grandma now. It's still a regret of mine that I didn't visit him in the hospital before my study abroad in France.
But, Christmas is not a time for regretting; it is a time for celebrating and appreciating those who surround us.