I thought it would be fun this week between Christmas and New Year's to do something different. I have asked a couple of my friends and family members to write a guest post about something holiday-related.
Today, please welcome my dear friend Carissa, as she recalls some crazy gifts, and time with family at Christmas in Indiana.
I grew up with my Uncle Rich, my Aunt Andy and my cousin Jeff.
I relish memories of my time with them through the years.
But what I mainly remember was the anticipation. The anticipation of opening the Aunt Andy gift. Because just like Aunt Andy herself, you knew the gift would be feisty and full of life, sassy and a little unrealistic, but CHOCK FULL of spunk and BRIMMING OVER with personality. You'd have no idea what do with the gift after you'd opened it, but you wouldn't be able to wipe the happy smile off your face as it sat in your lap.
I miss her smile, I miss her laugh, I miss her gifts, and I miss her bravado.
When I think of crazy christmas gifts, I think of Aunt Andy.