Every year, when the weather turns colder and holiday music wafts through the air sweet and warm, laced with sugar and pine, I cozy up on the sofa and watch The Family Stone.
If you haven't seen the movie please stop reading and go do so now... I'm not kidding... I will wait.
Now that you have watched Diane Keaton be a bad ass (as always), Luke Wilson be foppishly charming, Claire Danes light up the screen, SJP being... SJP, and Amy Adams has won your heart (just to name a few) we may continue.
This movie makes me cry, every time without fail. Seriously. It pulls at my heart strings in a way I didn't know possible. It plays me like a violin. There is a joyful sorrow, a longing, a wonder filling the cinematically dreamy scenes. It tells the story of love and pain, identity and how family is connected so throughly to who (how) we are. Not to mention the home they share is the most idilic setting for a white Christmas... I mean, it just slays me.
This time of year fills me with so many emotions I simply don't know what to do with myself. But when I watch this movie I am reminded of what this time of year can be...
As the final scene fades away and the credits roll, you may just feel a tear on your cheek and the wonder of knowing Christmas has come and the magic of the holidays is (as cheese as it sounds) surrounding you. It isn't about the gifts (though as a gifter I love buying people things) it isn't about the music, the decorations, or the copious amounts of baked goods your friends and coworkers will push on you... it is about being with the people you love (even the ones who drive you a little crazy). Savor that you guys, it is a beautiful thing.
Mom rant done... you may now go back to your shopping.
Happy Holidays everyone!
*image one from here
**Image two from here