when i was growing up - whether i was at a sleepover or having a rough week at college or just needing a break from the grown-up world - if i just needed a breather of some sort, i always wanted to go home.
home. a safe haven. a place to recharge. a place to remember where i've come from and be with the people who shaped me to be who i am today. it was where dad could wrap his broad shoulders around me or mom could kiss my forehead and remind me that everything would be okay. like my brother in law (Kristine's Ryan) says, home at the Gamboa household is like a time-warp.
time stands still. in a very good way.
and last week, i got the chance to go home for Christmas. it was the first time that everybody could be home for Christmas. (well, hold that thought - not everybody sadly. my Ryan wasn't able to come due to work. sometimes being a grown-up stinks, right? he did spend Christmas with his family for those of you already judging me for being such a bad wife. either way, it did suck for both of us to be apart.) Kristine and her little family made the trip from Iowa, and Ashley from college in Chicago.
this is the ultimate time-warp.