Comfort and Joy

The holidays are generally supposed to be a time of comfort and joy, but maybe my expectations are too high. I keep trying to force holiday cheer for myself, but I end up disappointed.

Part of me wants this Christmas to be filled with decoration and celebration, but maybe I'm just trying to cover up being so sad. I really miss my dad, and as Christmas looms over my head, I just want to be with Quinn and Ashley, eating warm bowls of spaghetti and platefuls of molasses cookies, and then I want to just have a good cry and lie in bed and cuddle with my two best gals.