Kith and Kin

I woke up late today. The happy oversleep of a good time the day before ... snuggled in a pile of blankets and warm but not just from that; also from (to quote Clark Griswold) “the warmth of kith and kin”. I don’t know what kith is but I’m guessing it has something to do with that feeling you get when you’re surrounded by family. Different generations in one place. Walking from room to room and passing conversations between Aunt and Neice,  cousin to cousin. Out in the yard the next generation,  the great grandkids are jumping in a bounce house while the older great grands are playing giant versions of jenga and connect four. Siblings reconnecting over food and little pockets of family tradition rebuilding themselves all over the house. I’m laying in bed in awe of being a part of the magic, ordinary perfection of the day. Good food and too much, laughing and Christmas music and crazy ornaments all surrounded by the people you love.  The people who collectively make you YOU. I think that’s what Clark Griswold was talking about as he stood frozen with his family staring out at a tree in the snow. I’m going to lay here and enjoy my happiness hangover a bit longer.....