Christmas is a time when you get homesick - even when you're home. ~Carol Nelson
I am blessed with a loving family. Even though I am divorced, my ex and I come together with the kids to celebrate the holidays. It is like magic, for a few hours we are a family again.
Today he is hosting the festivities at his home. He just finished renovating an old Brownstone circa 1910. It is his dream house; full of character, history and even a ghost. It's decked out for the holiday. My daughter calls it the Christmas house. One of those homes reminiscent of a home from one of her old American Girl books.
The guest list included the four of us, plus our son Iggy's girlfriend, Lauren's boyfriend, my mom and a few friends. It was a pleasant evening. I have to say I enjoyed not being allowed in the kitchen. Lauren and her dad prepared and served the meal and then cleaned up. What a refreshing change. I can easily get used to this tradition.
When I depart from my ex's home, I am struck with the warmth I still feel for him. He is now dear old friend with a long shared history, nice to visit and nice to say goodnight to as I leave for my own home content.