I know that I posted it on Facebook, but it's the story that warms my heart. Mom and I were just talking about this a few days ago.
This was Christmas in the condo. Seven of us in a one bedroom home. All of us kids slept on the floor or couch in the den. Grandma and Grandpa slept on the pullout couch. It was noisy and crowded. We ate many a meal on our knees at the coffee table. With one full bathroom, there was a schedule for the shower. And if Aunt Jean and Uncle Bill visited, it was that much tighter.
There was no 10 foot Christmas tree. The tree was about 2.5 feet tall and sat on an end table. Our play area was the stair case. And if we were lucky (and well behaved), Grandma would let us go down to the unfinished basement with her to do laundry. That was a treat.
But I promise, these are my BEST memories. Happiness wasn't determined by square feet...it was laying crowded on the floor, eating Baskin Robbins ice cream an watching baseball while trying not to move and elbow the person next to you. A house filled with more love than space.
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