I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. I miss so many things right now. I miss Snow days, fires in my grandpa's fireplace, scraping the snow off of my car, shoveling my driveway, snowball fights with my little brother. I miss Christmas Eve when Santa always showed up in full costume at my Grandpa and Grandma McClintock's house. I would give anything to be in my Grandpa and Grandma Sanders' living room on Christmas day, where my whole family gathered, opening presents, listening to music, laughter in the air. Those were the days.
I recently heard my uncle talking to his grandson, he said "Being homesick is when you miss being home, but sometimes grown-ups get homesick for the way things used to be. They miss being young." Ah ha. This is really where I'm at. If I were there in Missouri at Christmas time right now, things would be much different. My "little brother" is in college, he wouldn't be there to throw snowballs at. My grandpa's fireplace has been bare since he passed away a few years ago.
I have lots of great memories, but that is what they are, memories. Its my turn to make some new memories with my new family. I have no doubt that 20 years from now, I will look back and have a lifetime of new, wonderful times to share. Though I know that even then, I will cherish the things that I cherish now.
Until then, I'm dreaming of a white Christmas.