There's something about going home at Christmas; the decorations you grew up with, music, food, and smells that are all too wonderfully familiar. Watching my precious children play with their Nanny and Pop and enjoy the same type of fun I did as a kid is priceless.
Barry, Dad, and I continued our 7th annual bourbon tasting, Woodford Double Oaked wins in my book.
Cousins, sisters, cookies, food, laughs, presents, and catching up with my parents with late night conversation all filled our 24 hrs at home. Then it was off to Lexington for the Miller Family Christmas Eve party.
It felt so strange to be celebrating outside in 60 degree weather, and although I would much prefer snow it was nice to be outside watching basketball and porch sitting for a bit. No matter how rushed the season, no matter what life has going on it always feels like Christmas perfection at this party. My big loving family all gathered under the same roof makes me feel all warm and gooey inside. It's a night I never like to see end.