Until last year, I didn't have a specific memory that I loved. But we used to have a tradition where my mom's whole family would get together about a week before Christmas and we'd have a party/reunion. I loved those times. My uncles would bring their guitars and I'd sing (I'm the singer in the family).
Last year, though, I think is my favorite specific memory. It was my niece's first Christmas. She was only 7 months old so she didn't really know what was going on but we all had so much fun. My mom made her a stocking like the one that my sis and I have had since we were little. Dev played in the wrapping paper and giggled and smiled at how excited we were. Her granddaddy put together toys for her and I helped him...it was the first time in a year that my dad and I actually talked and got along and smiled. My sis said later that it made her feel good to see me and dad acting like me and dad again. I played and sang songs for Dev and at dinner, the little imp just stole the show by being the sweetest funniest baby ever. I love that kid and I love that memory.
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