My parents haven’t owned this house long. It’s been four months, almost five. But this was our first holiday weekend here, and it was a really good one.
I arrived home on Thanksgiving morning. As soon as I walked through the back door, my heart filled up: Our Christmas tree stood twinkling, the coffee was hot and ready for me, my brother’s duffel bag sat by the stairs — a sure sign that he was back from college.
My favorite moments from the weekend happened here. Holidays aren’t perfect — they never are — but this one made me especially grateful for my parents, my two little brothers and a new home to hold us together.