Something Like Growing Up

Thanksgiving has brought about a swell of making plans for Christmas. And the way the plans look this year tells me we've all grown up. Mason probably gets short-changed the most of all of us. We're grown and happy. We're where our parents were when we were kids. Seeing how complicated the strain between which family to see, and when, in relation to the same strain of our siblings and their new families. When I was a kid, it was easy. Christmas eve was spent upstairs at Grnadpa Kline's house. The rest of the holiday was spent at my other Grandparents. That was simple and I could rely on it. Comfort came in the rhythm of years. Mason, though, has had everything change each year for the last few. He knows that he'll see Grandpa and Grandma Davids on christmas day, but seeing me, Penny, and Lauren will from now on be random. Well... you can bet I'll be at Grandpa Davids' house. I don't believe I've EVER missed christmas there. I've just missed every other holiday for the last seven.