12/24/2025
Tonight feels especially sacred to me 🤍✨
Tomorrow morning, I will host my very first Christmas Eve breakfast in our new home 🎄🍽️ — but what makes it so meaningful is where this home stands.
This house sits on the exact same spot where my grandparents’ home stood over 100 years ago 🏡🤍. Same ground. Same place. Generations of love, laughter, prayers, and memories layered right beneath our feet.
As I look around tonight, I can almost feel them here ✨
I have my grandmother’s Christmas tree up. The same tree she lovingly set it up year after year 🎄❤️.
Traditions matter. They always have.
They are more than routines — they are stories passed down, love remembered, and moments we choose to hold onto when the world keeps rushing forward 🤍⏳
Memories are fragile, and traditions protect them. They remind us where we come from, who shaped us, and why gathering together still matters so deeply 👨👩👧👦✨
Tomorrow morning won’t just be about food or gifts ☕🥞🎁.
It will be about honoring what was, celebrating what is, and creating memories I hope will be carried forward long after we are gone 🤍
Tonight, my heart is overflowing with gratitude 🙏❤️
For my grandparents.
For the home they built.
For the traditions they started.
And for the blessing of being able to continue them — right here, where it all began.
Some places hold more than walls 🕯️
They hold stories.
They hold memories.
And love never leaves them 🤍🎄✨
