I am so lucky.

Last night, I was driving home with my mom from Matt and Kendra's place, after their wonderful Christmas dinner, and I started realizing how lucky I am.

Lucky to have such a wonderful family.
Lucky to have time to spend with them. To have the friends I have. The life I have.

Later, I sat in the dark in my parents' house and looked out the window at the quiet winter night and remembered where I was last year and remembered what a luxury I would have thought it to be doing all the things that I'd done all this week.

My heart felt like it would break for being so full, as Mao curled up in my lap.

And now I'm back in Toronto, after a day out skiing with my mom, still feeling the warm glow of the holidays. I don't want it to end.