It’s Gratituesday! Today I am thankful for my childhood holidays. Those special days scattered throughout the year were anticipated with a tingly, buzz in the air. Each holiday carried a specific scent and texture that brought joy in its own unique way. There was an innocence and wonder about each celebration.
That purity of that experience is two-fold. Childhood is supposed to be about immediacy, the here and now. There’s no worrying about a hundred things to do before an event happens. The countdown to Christmas was all about anticipation and expectation. That’s what I had, the joy of the moment. What a phenomenal blessing!
Simplicity is the other half of my childhood holiday memories. Perhaps it was a simpler time. Maybe I grew up sheltered. Hallelujah! Every child should be so lucky to live, for a time, in a protective bubble of wonder, curiosity, love and newness. I had that.
I was blessed beyond measure with Valentine love, Easter hope, Independence Day freedom, Halloween sweets, Thanksgiving gratitude, Christmas joy.
Every child should be so lucky!