My home is full.
Full to bursting.
With people. Children. Lights. Food. Games.
I have had years where my heart grieved the loss of my family of origin. And there are days I still do, at the very least, grieve for what might have and should have been. I deeply love several of my siblings and wish for more time with them, holidays or not.
But I also celebrate.
Celebrate the family I have built and do have. Healthy family. Kind family. Loving family.
And most of all, my family unit, my children. They are everything. And I have the best life. This I know.
May your holidays be merry, and full.