I love the holidays. Having the whole family around, a crowded kitchen full of men and women making their favorite dishes for the holiday dinner. The loud conversations, lively debates, bad karaoke.
But my favorite holiday memory had none of those things. It was Thanksgiving Day, eons ago. My sister and her hubby took our three children to Dayton, Ohio to spend the week with my parents. Hubby and I were alone. No family, no friends. We snuggled up on the living room floor in our tiny apartment eating sub sandwiches and watching movies. When the movie was over, we stretched out and played monopoly. Hubby is a master monopoly player, so when I ran out of money, I paid rent with kisses. We talked, laughed, told corny jokes. It was the most fun I ever had.
No fuss, no mess to clean, no bad karaoke. Just hubby and I. I guess I like the simple things in life.