When you have a child, that first Christmas is magical...and so is the second, third, fourth, and so on. And then, suddenly, that little bundle of joy is a full-grown adult.
This year marked the first Christmas of my son’s adulthood. He’s out on his own, having moved to Manhattan in mid-December, and is working at the Bozeman airport. Being the newbie at work, he had to work both Christmas Eve day and Christmas Day. I texted him mid-day Christmas Eve when he got off work, asking whether he thought he could make it over. for Christmas Eve traditions with my family. He said he was exhausted and...
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