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Kind of Time

January 4, 2010

It’s really just about time. Over the past holiday week, we did not work. We played in bed with the kids every morning. We shoveled the snow on the pond up the road so we could go skating a number of times. Sometimes I was the only adult there, other times there were five or six of us shoveling the ice clear. We went sledding a bunch and even took our baby (10 months old) sledding for the first time. We visited both grandparents’ houses for celebrations with all four grandparents and spent a night at my sister’s family’s house where all the cousins slept together and whispered funny things to each other before bedtime.  We talked on the phone to brothers in Virginia and Oregon. We began singing karaoke in the living room. We began reading new books. We told the kids we’re going to Florida, a Disney trip in February. We hosted the 2nd annual New Years Eve party for our neighborhood friends – five families all with multiple kids, none older than 7, none younger than 10 months. It was wild. The adults toasted the New Years at 9:30 with champagne before the eventual meltdown began. There were a lot of friends I didn’t get to see over the holidays but in the grand scheme, there is no better way I would have spent my vacation – at home in Vermont with my family, on a ten-day weekend. We bonded so much. You know, you can buy all the Christmas presents in the world but what matters is time and you just can’t buy this kind of time.

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  1. Betsy permalink
    January 5, 2010 12:02 am

    Sounds perfect! We thought about you guys a lot over the holidays! We miss you!
    Betsy

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