Merry Christmas everyone. I hope you are all at home with your family eating your body weight in delicious food and having lovely holiday cocktails and opening presents from Santa. This year Santa brought me the new yoga mat I’ve been drooling over for the past few months along with new pair of beautiful brown boots. Along with those gifts, my parents surprised my brother and I with a two day trip to San Francisco tomorrow and Friday so I’ll be out in the city shopping, eating and exploring.
Here’s my Spotify Christmas playlist, kicking off with none other than the divalicious Mariah Carey and ending with the entire Michael Buble Christmas album because DUH IT’S BUBLE HE HAS THE VOICE OF AN ANGEL DON’T YOU DARE EVER SKIP ONE OF HIS CHRISTMAS TRACKS.
And here are a few Christmas pictures from the past few days, from my Christmas household to yours. We have a lot to be grateful for this year, go kiss some babies and eat some tamales. (I’ve already done both.)
MERRY CHRISTMAS YA FILTHY ANIMALS.
16 years ago today, I lost my playroom. Backstory: I was an only child for the first 5 and a half years of my life. I had my normal room with my bed, dresser and some toys and then across the hall was my play room aka the motherland. It was a good time in my life.
Then on January 24, 1997 my baby brother was born. I remember sitting in the waiting room with my grandma and asking, “So is he here yet?” Now he has gone from little baby to little boy to regular boy to what I now refer to as a man-child considering he has grown about 7 inches in the past 2 years. Another fun fact? We look like twins which is often found to be hilarious.
I’ve been sitting here trying to think of what to write about my little brother. He’s handsome, insanely smart, athletic and has one of the greatest hearts I’ve ever seen in a human being. He genuinely cares about others and their well beings and shows the maturity I would expect in a 20 something year old male. But really what I’m trying to say just comes down to one simple sentence.
My baby brother is the single most important person in my life.
Happy Birthday Jarod, J-rod, Gunnysack Boy, I love you more than I could ever say and I am so glad you came into the world 16 years ago. Thank you for everything you give me, every single day. Whether that’s a stupid text you send me to make me laugh or Facetimeing me to talk in weird creepy voices or just calling to catch up. I love you bro bro.
Last night my parents told me we were going to a family dinner since it was my last night at home. My super psychic sense must have been tingling and thank god I actually took the time to look half decent because it actually turned out to be a “Surprise, Sarah graduated!!! Congratulations!” dinner party.
My immediate and extended family showed up to my favorite Mexican restaurant in San Juan Batista to celebrate my milestone marker. I had a margarita, enchiladas, and chocolate mousse and could not have been happier. I even teared up a bit when my dad did a toast in my honor.
Last night was also the first night I got to meet little Mollie, the newest edition to my extended family. At a mere 3 weeks old she honestly couldn’t be any more adorable if she tried.
Thank you to my family who came to dinner, it means the world to me. I love being around family and the little munchkins.