Holidays.... stress case or fun-filled?

I spent my 23rd birthday and Christmas over on the coast with my family. It was.... well.... interesting. My father did what my father does best; ruined my birthday. He was rude and cranky the ENTIRE time. Surprise surprise. I tried as hard as I could to ignore the fact that he didn't wish me a happy birthday, but it was almost impossible. My one and only saving grace was my best friend, Annette. She rescued me for the day by bringing me to her family's house for "dinner" and taking me to see a movie. By Christmas day, I was just beyond ready to be back in Redding, in my own atmosphere and space. My mother, bless her huge heart, did so much for all of us while we were home. She is amazing, and I don't think I could ever thank her enough. She is such an amazing woman, married to such a jerk for a man. I know it's horrible to say these things about my father, but after 23 years of being rude, selfish, and outright mean what should I say? I love the man, but I do not like him very much at all. I found myself clinging to my Heavenly Father throughout the entire five days I was home. I would just constantly ask Him for patience, kind words, strength, love, compassion, BOLDNESS, and generosity. Without HIM I would have never made it thorough the "holiday experience" with my family. Why is family so difficult? Why do they take it out of me? I missed my friends and family from Redding. I missed Red Robin, but don't you dare tell ANYBODY. 

So, the worst part of this lovely return to Redding? I have to leave again in two days (well, two days from TOMORROW). Don't get me wrong, I'm STOKED to see Rachel (that's where I'm going, to Utah to see Rach) I'm just going to be gone for more time now. Oh well. This vacation is going to be the best ever. I love Rach, and I can't wait to see her. I'm just glad I made it through Christmas and my birthday. Ahhhhhhh

Okay, that's all for now. 

Happy Holidays

lovelovelove

Emily