I love going home for the Holidays. I love traditions and family and that means I have to go home for Christmas. It never feels like Christmas time until I am boarding a plane heading North. There will be snow and mistletoe, and presents under the tree...this year was wonderful and hard to leave my family. They say home is where the heart is and my heart will be forever there. My tree is still up in Texas even though it is January 8, but for some reason it is hard to take down this year. I'll give it a few more days, I'm in no rush, there is no rush.
