Tonight I was thinking about the best part of my children coming home at Christmas time and I would have to say; it was hearing them snore while asleep. Nothing is better than all of your family asleep under ONE roof. Both of my sons snore, and you can actually distinguished which one it is. Combined with my dog and Husband it is a full chorus of manly snores.
My sons are now men; and no longer come over to spend the night on Christmas Eve. I miss that. Wasn’t it just yesterday they were learning to drive? Wasn’t it just yesterday they were baking cookies with me and pleading to lick the batter off of the beaters? Wasn’t it just yesterday – we were going to church together and racing home to open presents from Santa Claus.
For all those Moms and Dads out there in the world, enjoy every minute of your children’s childhood. Treasure it, hold on to it, take notes, take photographs. Savor the memories, from the wall in the garage where you would measure their height, to the anticipation of them coming home after a long day. I used to love hearing the garage door opener engage knowing it was one of my sons returning home.