I'm feeling a little wistful this year because I fear that it may be the last Christmas that we have a true believer in our family. Our youngest child is 9 and in the fourth grade. I was a year younger when I found out that there was no such thing as Santa. Or as I remember it, the day I took my first step into adulthood.
We caught the girls playing with one another's hair, singing to each other in the long lines, helping with stuck zippers or big words. They slept in a tangle each night and ran shoulder-to-shoulder all day. They were aware of each other in a way that they are of their friends, "Oh, you, yes, I like you. Let's laugh together."
Use any failures you experience to motivate your future successes. Feel great about the fact that you tried and failed as opposed to never trying at all. It might sound a little cheesy, but perspective is optional and how you choose yours will influence how happy and satisfied you are with your life.
There are some relationships that don't really have a name. Like the third cousin who's actually more like a sister since your great grandmother raised her mother and you live next door to each other on the Upper West Side. Or the very nice couple whose equally nice daughter has been dating your son for two years. Ours was that kind of relationship.