Merry Christmas! It’s a little after 7am as I write this, early Christmas morning (coffee not yet brewed) and I wanted to say hello and wish you the best. It’s been a grand 24 hours, we had so much fun last night playing Taboo—just the four of us and Oh my God we laughed so hard.
Our kids are young adults now, but I’m still surprised to hear some of the words they use and heartened by their humor and their genuine affection for each other. You know, someday it’ll be just those two and their families, and you can’t just assume they’ll stay in touch but the ties that bind run deep and it’s good to see them laughing and having fun. It’s difficult to live in a house with two teenagers, there’s a lot of drama and I’ve spent much of the decade in trouble while never having any idea why—I don’t think I’m as cool as I was when they were 5.
My daughter and I have been talking so much lately, it’s my best gift this Christmas. I missed her, even though we live in the same house. Kids get busy and sometimes in life you kind of get stuck in a rut with the people you care about and have the same conversation for what seems like years. This year, the communication is in full swing and frankly I’m absolutely loving it. She’s such a cool kid, even though she’s a pile of work. My buddy Troy told me the day she was born that Gemini would make my life more interesting, and lordy that’s true. Anyway, she’s my daughter and it’s great to have her back. I missed her so much.
The boy is rolling along, he’s the exact opposite I can see him coming from a mile away. He’s so much like me, if he doesn’t care about something there’s simply no way to fake it. Last night, he was so funny and I was struck by just how much he’s grown as a person this year. More sure of himself, where he’s going, what he wants. I’m glad he’s my son.
Jo stayed up until four this morning, don’t know why but she couldn’t settle. I don’t know what time she’ll wake up but no one gets to open a present until she does. We’re at a point in our lives where we are actively planning the next step, the one without the kids, but she’s been avoiding the subject lately. I’ll let that breathe for awhile, I didn’t want to talk about it at Easter and honestly it’s not something either of us are looking forward to in the future.
It’ll be fine.
The dog is fine, Ziggy is the most awesome dog in history ever. What a smart dog. I can’t believe she’s two already, time flies.
I notice there are more gifts for Dad under the tree than in past years, and none of them look like a pack of white socks. I have 400,000 pairs of white socks from their childhood, and of course everyone wears them. I got the Bobby Orr book for my birthday, so maybe one of the gifts is that new album by the Band. It doesn’t matter really, it’s the thought that counts.
Merry Christmas, and God bless you and your family. It is the best day.