I'm a lucky lady whose loved ones lavished her with family time over the holidays.
Over New Year's weekend, we joined family in Florida to fall asleep before midnight, play 100+ games of peekaboo, take road trips, chat, go for walks, troll the beach, look for alligators and eat. As always, we also mined shared stories from the past and created new ones.
We told stories about how:
my sister may have persuaded my toddler self to try and pull down her pants on camera,
my siblings and I used our rudimentary Malayalam to tease and bother each other, and
99.9% our family photos include bunny ears.
We created new stories about:
my brother-in-law's use of the word "chintzy,"
my nephew's grumpy post-nap attitude as inherited from his uncle,
my husband's initiation into the world of bunny ears,
my sister's new role as the baby whisperer, and
my parents' transformation into the quintessential grandparents.
I'm a sucker for oral histories, so I love spending time enjoying ours.