my wacky family. christmas is always that time when the planets align for us wanderers.
i meander from whichever state i have planted in for that year, my sister moseys south with her hubby and my brother surprises everyone by flying in from his international abode. my mother being a true blooded preschool teacher keeps the childhood cheer alive. in years past this has meant scavenger hunts, "rock climbing" for my presents, riddles or just silly toys that all us "adults" cannot resist. this year my mom took the cake by managing to find every obscure sweet trinket i never knew i wanted. i am currently snuggling with my kitten in 1920's pajamas, wearing a cat hat, listening to the jellyfish soundtrack from the baltimore aquarium. classic.
during this long weekend in NY i crammed in baking a few weird funfetti cakes, getting my grandmother to hibachi and playing the "hawaiian guitar" to whatever war song my grandfather sang. mainly i gave an excessive amount of kisses to my family whenever i wanted. thats what i miss most being away - random acts of spontaneous lovin'. being home feels like a burst of spontaneous love could happen at any moment. it's grand. i'll try to bring that back to California with me. :)
