if only in my dreams.
i admit it. i miss my family. i wish i was snuggled up with my nieces, drinking hot chocolate, listening to their stories about school and friends and what they want for christmas. i wish my nephew was telling me, in his adorable breathless way, about his dirt bike and what he wants to do with it in the summer. i wish my sisters were making chai tea and planning sledding dates with my mom and dad. i wish we were putting up twinkly lights and complaining about the shopping traffic in bayers lake. i wish we were listening to kenny and dolly and boney m and patrick complaining about it.
i wish i was at home with my wonderful, beautiful family.
i miss you.