Christmas morning strata. It's tradition! Recipe here.
There is never a dull moment with this bunch. Good convo, drinks flowing, and delicious food - dinner lingered on for a few hours.
Then came the sweets. Hearts & bellies full.
When you suffer the loss of a loved one, your everyday (most especially the holidays) are never the same. We toasted again to Liz (my mother) and I kept her close in my heart all day. She sat at this table last Christmas and laughed her ass off. She was the life of the party that day and I'm so fortunate to have that last holiday memory with her. I always feel her spirit is near and that she is peacefully partying it up there above the clouds. I moved easy throughout the day, not knowing how it would feel for me. To tell the truth, I did shed a few tears but mostly, I celebrated in my heart everything that she was.
I slipped into bed with a smile on my face. This life is beautiful and I count my blessings, for there are many.