This past week was a whirlwind! Swiftly changing events with deep pockets of calm; my literal and figurative stomach are so full.
As I go through all the photos from the past few days, I'm listening through NPR's 'The Year in Tiny Desk Concerts' and the sun is coming out after an entire morning and afternoon of grimy rain; now all the raindrops on the window look like tiny crystals.
It felt a little bit like a Christmas miracle to be able to wake up Christmas morning with my entire family; I can't remember the last time that happened. We came from near and far to hunker down for four days and hole up in a beach house in Delaware, where none of us had ever been, and with no agenda except to enjoy each other's company. And maybe because of that, if I had to use one word to describe the past few days, it would be 'luxurious'. It was a luxury to have access to my family at all times and it was a luxury to be able to prepare and eat so many consecutive meals together. I never take for granted the time I have with my family, and that tight-gripped appreciation of all the moments, makes those moments ring deep.
We woke up Christmas morning, our first morning, to a slow-paced crawl towards breakfast. Some of us prepared food, while others relaxed and read books, played with the baby or pattered around the house. After breakfast we opened presents, dived into stockings and did a lot of grinning at each other. That afternoon (and the next afternoon) was filled with a tennis tournament (more on that later), and in the evening, a yut game (traditional Korean game) after dinner. It was, in my opinion, pretty much a perfect Christmas day.
Everyone arrived at different times the day before, on Christmas Eve, and when we were all together I was giddy with joy. Sloane trotted after Monty round and round, Sharon and Paul prepared a fantastic Moroccan themed meal, and we ate, drank and were merry. Here are some photos from that first night:
