For some reason, Christmastime can sometimes feel heavy. I so enjoy spending time with family and giving gifts (yeah, okay and receiving them, too). I feel so blessed this time of year to even have family to celebrate with, and now I can call my husband’s family mine, which just adds to my overflowing fortune.
Yet, I always have a period, just a couple days or even just hours, where I feel down. There’s no singular reason, but I seem to fall into a funk at some point during the holidays. I think it’s something about this time of year—with the cheer and festivities and gatherings—that reminds us of how things could have been… If my parents hadn’t gotten divorced, we wouldn’t need to coordinate two separate celebrations at their respective houses. If my mom’s dad hadn’t died when she was a kid, I could have known him and spent this time of year soaking up his stories and presence.