All I have to say is...Best Christmas ever. EVER. Not only was it the DVF luggage set, and Kate Spade purse, but the fun gifts, like the random lasso rope, some books on philosophy to fill out my library, and the funny new traditions with my family, and the same exact traditions with my boyfriend's family. I really got the best of both worlds! You see, my family has hardly any traditions regarding any holiday, while my boyfriend's family is STEEPED in tradition. Traditions up to my elbows!
Anyway, we are going up to Yosemite tomorrow for the weekend, which is awesome since I've wanted to make it up there for a while now. It's supposed to snow both days, which should give me some great shots to post! So, I will tell you how Yosemite went when I get back. In the meantime, I am looking forward to the New Year, which will bring about at least one trip to Santa Barbara to visit my brother, and my trip to EUROPE!!!!! It's coming closer and closer every day!!!!!!!
As for New Year's Resolutions, I've decided not to make one. They are a setup for failure in my humble opinion. No, but really, why do I need one day in the year to try and better myself? Shouldn't I try and do that every day? That's my goal at this point in my life. To live each day in the moment. I know it's terribly cliche, but it is so hard to do! I am constantly living in the past or the future. Snap out of it, self!
One last thing that I want to share that I discovered this holiday. My love for my siblings. I knew that I loved my brothers (one younger and one older) but I didn't know how much mutual love was between us - binding us together. The first instance was when my elder brother revealed that a big part of the reason he wanted to excel in the bakery he is opening up, was to be able to provide for my little brother and myself. It made me tear up, because there have only been a few limes in my life where I felt his protective-ness over me. It's so sweet to see. So endearing.
The second instance happened today at my little brother's basketball game. I wasn't there, but my mom sent me a text reading, "Cy's coach shoved him in anger. Your dad had to talk to the coach after the game." That simple statement made me see red. I immediately tensed up, called my mom three times to get the whole story, and thought, "NO ONE treats MY brother that way!" I was so sick that a coach would resort to physical contact over a freshman basketball game. COME ON. Pushing a 15 year old? Seriously? NOT OKAY. But the point is not to criticize sports or extreme competitive natures, but to show how much I love my little brother. I LOVE my little brother! And I didn't realize how much until someone threatened his well-being. Treasure each other this holiday!
