Today is Christmas. I'm sad today. It's just the four of us this year, not the first time we've spent the holiday with just our children. We enjoy watching them open their gifts enormously.
This morning, Zoe screamed with excitement and joy at the things Santa left in her stocking. She got more and more excited until she had to be told to take a nap. Even then, she had to be held down until she fell asleep. Will melted down pretty early but was much better after a rest.
As I do every year, I made french toast and bacon for breakfast and now the kids are going to be able to play to their hearts' content for the rest of the day. They'll have to be inside because it's 42 degrees outside. With windchill it feels like 35. But there are new things to play with and they'll be happy until it's time to watch America's Funniest Home Videos at 6.
I get sad on the Christmases we spend without family. I get homesick and miss my family and my friends in Cali. I worry that the low-key, mellow nature of our small celebration isn't making memories for my kids. I feel like I'm denying them something without the big gathering or massive piles of gifts. We have our small traditions. I just have to hope that they'll remember them fondly.
Maybe I need a nap too.