This Year

 

This year, instead of piling in the car after work for a 6+ hour drive, I just drove a few miles to my apartment. This year, instead of gladly accepting a slice of pumpkin pie with a generous dollop of whipped cream from my mother, I used her recipe to make my own. This year, instead of sitting around the table with a dozen of my family members, I saw them through a webcam. This year, instead of going bowling with my high school friends, I texted them and told them how thankful I was for their friendship. This year, instead of racing off to see everyone, I stayed in my pajamas until 3pm and snuggled with my beau. Different, yes. But was there just as much love? Absolutely. Maybe even more.