My family used to spend the holidays in the formal dining room at my grandparents. Red velvet curtains and tie-backs adorned the large picture window. It was something I used to draw as a child. The gold vein mirror and a sparkling chandelier made it feel special. There would be a well-dressed body in every chair. Although Grandpa’s cooking always pleased, the fun started once all the dishes were out of sight. We’d move to the smaller table and play games with Grandma until we parted ways for the night. It was simpler and we were together.
I don’t remember the last time we ate in the fancy room. I often pulled the delicate lace curtains aside to watch for my aunt to pull into the driveway. I’d jump, hug, and try to pick her up when she came through the door. I was like an easily excitable Yorkie. I still love my family and look forward to seeing them. Now, I’m more like a house cat that wants to say hello, eat, and take a food-induced nap.
Up to last year, we used to crowd around the smaller table and bring in extra chairs to fit everyone. One of us almost always hit our head on the low-hanging light. We’d tell stories, watch home movies, and eat scrumptious snacks. There are many memories to be cherished and many more to be made. The family room formed around that little kitchen table. How I wish I could be there with all of them today.
This year is different in countless ways, but I count myself fortunate. I hope you find a safe way to be with your loved ones and appreciate every moment.
Best wishes,
Elicia