This might sound strange but one of my favorite things about living far away from my family is the holidays. Now, before everyone starts yelling at me or agreeing with me, please, read on. This year my husband and I didn’t go back to Boston for Christmas. We had spent a week back East for a friend’s wedding in mid-November and decided it might be fun to enjoy our first Christmas in our new house. I was so excited to have a calm, quiet Christmas just the two of us with no schedule and no where to go. Christmas Eve morning rolled around and I was psyched to start the Christmas celebrating. I insisted we put on the King’s College Christmas Eve service (a tradition in my family) and then it hit me. I was suddenly devastated we weren’t going home to see the whole family and do the same traditions I’ve done most of my life. Calming me down, my husband reminded me of all the wonderful things we had planned for the next few days. We hosted a Christmas Eve dinner with some other friends who were stranded in Denver for the holiday (she’s a nurse and had to work) and then we were invited to my co-worker’s house for a Christmas dinner.
In the six years we’ve lived in Denver we’ve celebrated Easter, Thanksgiving and Christmas with friends, family and co-workers. It given us a glimpse into other family traditions and it’s shown me the kindness people have, especially around the holidays. We spent this past Easter weekend down in Colorado Springs with some friends.
Saturday was a day of climbing outside of Canon City followed by beers at Bristol Brewing Company. Sunday, we woke up for a sunrise hike in Garden of the Gods followed by church and a family Easter dinner.