Every year, around the holiday season, I feel sick...home sick.
Back when i was a teenager, i would always spend the holidays with my parents.
I love to cook. Since the holidays required us to cook yummy foods, I was always happy to celebrate in the kitchen with my mom.
My last Christmas with my family was in 2006.
Mom left us in august 2007. That year was a sad and devastating year.
I remember my mother feeding us with pizza, lasagna, lamb with potatoes and other delish Italian dishes. I have learned a lot from her cooking, but none of my dishes are as good as hers.
Christmas and New Year's were very special with my parents around. I wish I understood this earlier
than now. Some teenagers do not get it till it's too late. And sometimes I feel like I am one of those who got it too late.
I left for America in 2008 and did not go home for 4 years. The hardest thing I ever did was leave my dad behind.
My dad and I have a beautiful relationship. We call each other everyday.
We almost fight everyday and we love each other everyday.
One thing we have in common is being stubborn.
We are also both slow when it comes to understanding things.
Dad has recently learned to use Skype(well...he is still learning.)
Gosh he is driving me crazy!!! It doesn't matter how many times I explain to him how to start the video call or how to click a few icons on his desktop. (Remember: first you need to explain what a DESKTOP is...) He will ask me the same questions all over again. LOL.
Only after a few hours of explanation, we realized that we didn't even ask each other "Oh, by the way...how are you today?" LOL
I wouldn't trade our conversation for anything. I love them just the way they are.
This past weekend, i did a photo shoot for this beautiful family of four.
I was impressed at how sweet and well mannered these 2 girls were.
When I got home, I looked at the pictures and while organizing them, I came across one that made me emotional. The picture(below) captures a sweet moment between a girl and her dad.
I miss my mom a lot, but I know that she is in a better place and I can not change that.
Dad is home, he is fine and happily married. Being able to talk to him is a blessing, but its surely painful to know that I don't get to spent the holiday with him.Or simply go over a weekend for lunch or dinner time.
Today, I am blessed with my own family . My husband is a great man and we both fear the Lord.
God has been blessing us so much.
The holidays are close and I am very excited to spend it with my husband. But deep inside, I am also sad.
I understand that holidays are made to be with your parents. If your parents are still alive, please make time for them. They won't be here forever.
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| HERE IS THE PICTURE THAT GOT ME EMOTIONAL THE 3 YEAR OLD BABY GIRL, WITH HER DAD. |
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| WITH DAD. MY WEDDING DAY IN ITALY. |
