December Days - 12.21.10

Last year I blogged about the family 'argument' between my brother, sister, and myself about which of us is truly my Mom's favorite child.  I've come to accept that the favorite is not me, but when I arrived at my parent's house today with my family it was just further confirmation of my place in the family.

The view from my Parent's front porch this morning.

We pulled into the driveway and Marcy was the first out of the car and up to the door.  The kids were next to pile out of the car and I took my time as the designated pack mule carrying all the bags and stuff we brought with us.  As I walked up towards the front door I smiled as I saw my Mom hugging Makela and as I adjusted the load I was carrying I prepared to reach out and with a semi-free arm give my Mom a big Christmas hug.

All of a sudden, the door shut in face and I was left alone on the front porch.  I did the polite thing and rang the door bell, waiting for permission to come in.  Thank goodness it was a warm 40 degrees outside! :-)

When my Mom came to the door we were both already laughing about the incident and she was claiming she didn't see me outside and thought I was still at the car - a likely excuse!

I did get that Christmas hug after all and had a great day of visiting and eating my Mom's awesome cooking.  It was such a good day, that when I left this evening I left knowing that at least for today and despite how the visit started off, I am the Favorite!