Holiday Mom: Hillary

Holiday Mom: HillaryTo my Holiday child,

I have been impatient for your arrival so that we can make whatever exotic food we decide on… I think this year might be duck fried rice, but I’m eager to hear your thoughts. While we’re cooking, you always tell me all about your life.

I always love to hear your stories while I read your facial expressions or look into your eyes. They say eyes are the windows to the soul and yours always add so much more  to the story than just your words. It’s like seeing a work of art and hearing the music that inspired it at the same time.

After the meal, we will get out the small tree and meager Christmas decorations. I know you always liked a big tree and lots of lights –and I did, too, until it was me that had to put them up every year–but what I lack in volume, I make up for in ostentatiousness. We will decorate the tree with sparkling butterflies and light up robots and cows that are almost too large to fit on the small branches while listening to loud techno music and dancing like fools. At the bottom of the bag will be the ornaments you made for me and we will place them one by one until we get to the…
Oh no! I just realized that my handmade star topper finally bit the dust last year and I haven’t made anything else to replace it. Maybe I will leave this for you. You always have such creative ideas and I always have a fully stocked craft room. I love seeing the twinkle in your eyes when you get an idea and succeed in making something awesome.

Once the tree is decorated, we will put the presents for our family underneath and I will get childishly impatient about opening them. We will laugh together about how I was always the one to shake the presents or try to sneak a peak and not you. I will probably make some cocoa or tea so we can settle down to watch Santa Claus conquers the Martians and scrooged and all of our favorite holiday movies. Like always, we will fall asleep on the couch watching movies and eventually wander to bed in the wee hours of the morning.

While staggering upstairs carrying a blanket I forgot to put on your bed, I will smile because I am so glad that you are here again. I am glad every day that you are in my life, and I am even more glad every day that you a part of this world. You are special and you bring to life a beauty and uniqueness only you can bring. I am thankful you shared in my holiday, and I am thankful you are here to share yourself and your beauty and the twinkle in your eye with the world.

All my love,
Mom Hillary

P. S. : Can we open presents yet? 😉

4 comments

  1. Mom Hillary says:

    Dylan,
    it’s so good to hear from you!
    I can’t wait to see your cookie recipes–I LOVE to bake, possibly more than I love butterflies and bad movies. I will always love and accept you for who are. Only you could brighten the world the way you do. Thanks for taking the time to write.
    Love,
    mom Hillary

    • Dylan says:

      Dear mom
      Thank you
      My favorite recipie is the snickerdoodle one because I always make way too much of the cinnamon and sugar mix so there is extra. It is kinda tasty.
      So my idea for the tree topper is a cardboard cutout of a star that I covered in gold duct tape. What do you think?
      Love Dylan

  2. Dylan says:

    Dear Mom
    It’s alright if the tree is smaller. We’ll still have so much fun decorating it! And I have some ideas for a tree topper that I think you’ll like. I also have some cookie recipies for us to use when we bake.
    I’m so happy that you accept me for who I am now.
    Love you and miss you
    Love, Dylan

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