The scent of extra crispy bacon frying in the kitchen is the first thing to kiss my nose as I take a huge inhale before opening my eyes. My back arches and I stretch out my hands and legs as far as they can stretch and the sensation of floating off of the bed like superman brings a smile to my face. It’s Christmas morning and I am waking up in the exact place that I want to be, I am waking up in my bed at my parent’s house in Taft, Texas, I am waking up at home. It’s quite easy to sleep in at home. Often times I will be shocked to see the clock read noon when I open my eyes to my parents quietly making us breakfast. I wasn’t always an early riser, but this crazy year has excited me with so many fun projects that it’s been very hard to sleep in. But every year we head back for Christmas, every year I head back home for the holidays, I am instantly brought back to my Texas roots and cozy feelings of being taken care of by Mom & Dad. I am so very blessed to have them as parents.
On Christmas morning I always lay in my bed for an extra minute or two alone. Taking in the smells, I also take in the year that rests behind me and all of the incredible experiences and lessons I’ve learned. I do not know what it is about going back to Texas but it also forces me to go back to old memories and this year I learned so much. I learned that you cannot assume that people know your truth; that you sometimes have to show people your true colors rather than assuming that they can already see them. I learned the importance of taking care of my heath, getting rest and not pushing myself too hard because eventually the mind, body and soul shuts down on you. House renovation projects are stressful and when doing one, patience is vital. I learned to take a deep breath before speaking and that not everything needs to be perfect. I learned that it is okay to cry, whether it be over a cheesy John Lewis Ad or out of personal failure. But most importantly, I learned the value in breathing in a moment for all that it is worth. The moments between moments that may seem insignificant but end up being the small flashes of life that you will always remember. Picking out bathroom tile, taking a “Country Cruise” with my parents, sharing coffee in Concan with Dad, bouncing down a bumpy road in Bermuda to a private beach, singing along with friends to the guitar, watching my brother string twinkly lights at my new house, having an impromptu dance party with my girls in the hotel room in Miami . . . so many moments, so many memories.
On this Christmas day I hope that you take a moment to yourself to breath in the day. I hope that you take in a moment to be thankful for all of the good there is in your life. I know I am.
Photos by Alexandra Gibbs
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