The one holiday that brings back a lot of memory is Christmas 2003. This was one of the hardest holidays, except of course for the first holiday we celebrated after my mom passed away. This was the first holiday celebrated after my divorce and therefore the first holiday where I was separated from the kids for part of the time. I am a BIG—no HUGE holiday person…. I love to decorate everything in the house for every single holiday…. I love to host and attend holiday parties, go to church, spend time with family, shop (yes—I’m one of those 4am, day after Thanksgiving shoppers…call me crazy, that’s ok), watch the parades etc... But this Christmas I just could not get that into it. Me and the boys had just moved out of our home that we lived in while I was married to the EX, and moved into a home closer to my family.
And while it was hard to get into the holiday spirit, I did try to carry on some of our old family traditions. We got a small tree, to put in our small house, Santa brought gifts for the boys (I remember CJ was so worried that Santa wouldn’t know where our new house was and that he wouldn’t get any gifts) and we went to my mom’s for Christmas breakfast/brunch and to exchange gifts with all of my family…… THEN, the boys were picked up by their dad (the EX). And even though I was able to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas morning with them, and even though I knew they would be coming back to me the next day, I still cried….and cried and cried!! I cried as soon as I saw him pull up in the driveway and then as the boys gave me their sweet little hugs and then as I watched them drive away. I sat there with my mom for a bit….she always had a way to cheer me up and make me feel better; always had the right words to say (oh, how I miss those words). After that, Joe picked me up (at this point in our relationship we were still “just friends”, yet at the same time “more than friends”) and we went to an NBA basketball game where we watched the game, ate a bunch of crap food and drank way too much. I remember going into the club bar, where we knew the bartender, and drinking Heineken beer, which i HATE; but at that point, I had enough other drinks in me that it didn't matter. Then went home and ate leftover cuban pork (joe’s tradition—he makes a Cuban pork every Christmas Eve….yummy). I remember eating very sloppy; you know how you do when you've had too much to drink and any manners go right out the door....(remember the whole david hasselhoff, hamburger incident...?) Then we went to bed, I think...because at some point during our "christmas dinner" I can't remember anything else!!
AND so ended my Christmas Day. I did feel pretty bad the next day, but was able to sleep in, sleep the “drinks” away and then my boys came home to mama!!
Some pictures from that day...before the tears, before the drinks!!!
Joseph & Ethan opening gifts
Joseph was throwing a fit about his stocking at this moment
My dad and step dad swinging Cj and Joseph
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