I miss things I think happened like my my family's women-folk clearing the table and gossiping/talking in the kitchen and dining room while the men-folk fell asleep watching the Detroit Lions game in the living room. In later years, I remember me taking a picture of my grandfather taking a picture of me. Things seemed at lot more non-dysfunctional than they really were.
Nowadays, my mom and I travel "over the river and through the woods" (mostly on multi-lane highways) many miles to my sister's, where the atmosphere is warm and catch-up communicative but ever so different. {Sigh!} I'm starting to sound like an old fogey!
What does matter is that we're still staying in touch, albeit less and less as our schedules get fuller and fuller, and what's a holiday without someone to share it with?
I hope that your holiday, as busy or peaceful as it may be, has its memorable moments of happiness and sentimentality as well as its fair share of safety (traveling or not).
Gobble, gobble!
