This Christmas season my eldest niece and baby brother are coming to visit. My niece is in college and my brother graduates from high school in June. I'm so proud of them both because in a way, they're mine. I use to cook for them, clean up after them, get them ready for school, scold and comfort them. I posted the poem "Typical California" today because my niece will be sharing my bed with me and I though about how we use to share a bed growing up. She use to steal my pillow right from under my head.
My family is far, the furthest, from perfect but I love them and choose to remember those great times. So as Christmas approaches and my first set of children gearing to come and see me, I can't help but smile. It's like a preview for when I have my own family. I can wax on and on about them, I can talk about how I wish I didn't have to care for them as a kid myself but I won't do either. I'll just say that they humble me with their accomplishments and make my heart sing.
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