it never gets old

ever since i was a freshman in college, i've come home the first week of december to spend a cheer-filled weekend with my parents. it didn't matter if there was rain or shine, if ucla was playing against usc, or if i had a butt-load to study...i always made it home.

every one of these weekends consisted of christmas tree decorating, a trip to extraordinary desserts, and a night at balboa park for its annual christmas at the prado festivities. even if i was already beginning to prepare for the holidays prior to this special weekend, it never felt like the holidays until we actually decorated the christmas tree, visited extraordinary desserts, and froze our rears at balboa park.

i love that the tradition lives on. i may be a working woman, living with a boy, and spreading my wings, but when the first weekend of december rolls around, you better believe i will be home with mama and daddy. and this past weekend, i was.

one year from now, five years from now, ten years from now, i don't know where i'll be, but i hope i always make the effort to spend this weekend in san diego doing the same exact thing. it never gets old.