Christmas changes as we, as people get older, the excitment of getting up seeing what Santa brought diminishes and its easy to get caught up in all the commercilized stress. But then there are time when it is all put into perspective. We were lucky enough to spend christmas in Las Vegas with the entire family including my wonderful grandma and grandpa. But there was something wrong that I am just going to have to get used to. I grew up in the same house my whole life, woke up each Christmas morning to the same place and about a year and a half ago my parents moved to Vegas I would say this has been hard on everyone involved but it would be an understatement. To go home for the holidays for me is to see all the people you grew up with, visit with the neighbors, going to the ward Christmas Eve party, sleeping in the room I grew up in, and if we were lucky enough to have snow sledding behind the 4-wheeler until we couldn't feel our fingers. Well the harsh reality that hit me this year is that life will never be like that again. I go home to a place where I can't find anything, I know no one, and there is no snow. But in that moment when I think of all the things I miss I am reminded of the one true thing that matters regardless of the location the people who love you the most and have been there all along will always be in the place that I call HOME.
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So, your hair is cute with bangs! I just realized that you had them! It sounds like Christmas was good for you and Matt! We need to spend some time with you guys soon. My kids aren't going to know who their Aunts or Uncles are!
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