On one of our walks out at my mom’s, I saw these little roses still clinging on to their mostly bare bushes – the last signs of seasons passing now that winter is upon us. It looks and feels like winter already, so the equinox in a few weeks is only a formality. We head back to Brooklyn today after a few days of glorious leisure and we had all sorts of family dropping in, including cousins I haven’t seen in a while. Our full, extended family doesn’t spend the holidays together as much since all the kids are scattered around the country, but seeing the girls play with my younger cousins made me remember what holiday gatherings used to be like in the past. I just hope that in our busy schedule, we’ll be able to enjoy the weeks leading up to the holidays since that’s where the fun lies. Anyone else think that the actual day (Christmas or whichever holiday you celebrate) feels like a letdown after all those weeks of anticipation? I used to get quite melancholy when I was a kid, and in years past, Mark’s absence because of work didn’t help either. Now that we can all spend Christmas day together, I’m hoping to establish some sort of new yearly tradition with the kids -what are some of yours?