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I made a comment the other day to Cornel where I said that this would only be the third Christmas I didn't spend with "my family".
I didn't realize when the words came out of my mouth how hurtful they sounded until Cornel turned and asked me,
"Aren't Nathan and I your family, don't we count?"
It is then that I realized what a terrible example I was setting for my son. Here I am trying to instill some values of Christmas that have nothing to do with Santa and presents, and yet I was being so selfish!
My son doesn't realize that we are missing a Christmas in Arizona with his extended family. All he wants and all he needs is to be with us, his parents.
He needs hugs and kisses, he needs cuddles on the couch, and bed time stories. He needs boo boo's kissed and the occasional holiday cookie. He is lucky enough that his grandmother and aunt and uncle will be here to celebrate with him, in his home.
That is what it means to be home for the holidays. To be somewhere that is surrounded with love, comfort and family. So as long as the three (almost four) of us are together...we will always be home for the holidays.