
I trust everyone had a nice Christmas and a safe New Year's. After having the last 10 days off from work, I sit here tonight on my couch dreading work tomorrow. But for the next 10 minutes I will think back to the Christmas that was, the 1st Christmas for Jillian. More importantly, it was our 1st Christmas as a family...Jillian, Kelley and me. Of course Jillian won't remember the presents WE opened for her, or the fact that WE bought her Christmas presents with her in the shopping cart. No, none of this will be stored in her memory. Christmas as I know it (and as Kelley knows it) has changed for ever. We now become Santa and Mrs. Santa. I am looking forward to lying to my daughter until she gets old enough to look me in the eye and tell me that there is no Santa. Until that day, presents will become a crucial part of Jillian's Christmas. So much time will be lost searching for the "perfect" present, the "perfect" present only to be outdone by the next opened present.
Presents...
This past Christmas I experienced giving presents in a much different way. There were no price tags on these presents, no wrapping paper to open, no "perfect" present. Instead the Murray Family gave presents in the form of a "Memory Exchange". Sounds weird huh? Well yes, at first I was skeptical but as I began writing mine something inside me changed. I chose to write my memory on my first Christmas with the Murray family. As I wrote it, it brought me back to the time when I barely knew any of her family members. I started thinking about how far my relationships have come with each of them. A lot has happened in the past 4 years since I met them. A lot that I am thankful for.
The night of the exchange, I could tell there were some mixed emotion in the room. As the memories were read, not only were there a lot of laughs, but everyone turned nostalgic in their own way. There were memories read that haven't been thought of for many years, packed away in the back of each other's minds. Some of the memories effected multiple people in the room.
In my opinion, these memories were the best presents. So much of life is lived and forgotten shortly thereafter. Yeah, pictures are a way to capture the moment and share them down the road. But memories aren't stored in a photo album stacked on a shelf. Memories can be shared at any time, and they are remembered differently from person to person. And sadly, memories are lost with the death of family members. So as the generation before me shared their memory, I listened in awe, like a child standing in front of his Christmas tree on Christmas morning.
-Jason