This Smother's heart is overflowing
The holidays have a different, deeper meaning for my family now that we no longer all reside in the same house.
With two boys away at college, much of the pre-holiday season involves me getting into "Smother" mode. For those of you who don't watch The Goldbergs, that's the combination of a mother who tends to smother her babies. Even the babies who are technically grown.
Waiting for everyone to sleep under the same roof again brings a kind of inexplicable joy to my heart that can only be understood by other "Smothers."
I spend weeks getting the house ready for the holidays. In truth, that means completely skipping fall decorations and jumping right into Christmas immediately following Halloween.
I do this for two reasons. One, I want the house to be warm and extra cheerful when the boys walk through the doors carrying their dirty socks. And two, I love Christmas.
This is the happiest time of the year. And as families prepare to kick off the holiday season by the all-important Thanksgiving, I am counting my blessings as I am sure you are as well.
As we get older, the things that really matter - like family - seem to have intensified while the things I once deemed life or death worries barely register on my radar.
I chalk it up to one of the many beautiful perks of getting older and wiser.
Life is woven in such a way that I am convinced there will always be something to worry about. Life isn't perfect. But if you have family, health, a few good friends and a warm place to lay your head at night, you are blessed.
As you sit down for Thanksgiving dinner with your loved ones Thursday, I hope your heart is full of love, joy and gratitude because this Smother's heart will be overflowing.
Sara Vanden Berge is the managing editor of the Empire-Tribune. She can be reached at email@example.com. Follow her on Twitter @ETEditor.