Family time.

So a lot of people love Christmas for the festive feeling. A lot of people love Christmas for the presents. A lot of people love Christmas for the birth of Jesus. Me, I love Christmas for the fact that I get to spend the time with my family. I never get to see them and Christmas is the only time when I do. However, this is limited. I only love spending time with my mom's side of the family- my Baki exempt. My mom's side of the family is great. We have amazing meals, amazing chats, amazing drinks. I can tell them about my secret tattoos and have them love me. I can babysit the little ones and love them. I can run around, make funny faces, act all silly and soak in the moments that make me incredible happy to be where I am and doing what I do. I can feel good about my decisions and know that whatever I decide to do with my life they will be two steps behind me just in case I fall. I love them with all my heart and even though half of them live half a world away, I've never felt more apart of a family than with them. Now the limited part. My father's side of the family is not as accommodating. You see they are all awesome at their lives while I sit in the corner still trying to figure everything out. Every time I chat with them I get the vibe that really they are unimpressed with all my "slow moving" decisions. See, not being on the root to a job that will make you millions and millions of moola is just a train en route to destination no where. Unfortunate to say the least. They always have some way of make me feel awful about my life. Family time is turning out to be bitter sweet. Never the less, my mother's family over rides my fathers family- my Baki exempt. My Baki is my father's mother and- this being the understatement of the year- she is the best person in the world. But we can get to that in another post. Christmas is a time for laughter, joy, praise, happiness and wonder. I get nothing less than that when I spend time with my family... on my mom's side.