The People Who Speak Your Language 🌹

Come, come sit with me, grab your drink and pull up a chair. Okay, I know I hit you with a good blog on Monday, but you know me — my head just keeps moving from one thought to another. And hun, the thought that popped out this time was this: When was the last time you had a conversation with someone you truly trusted? I mean really trusted. The kind of person who would listen. Wouldn't mock you. Wouldn't weaponize what you tell them later. Would genuinely care about what you're saying. The kind of person who lets you be completely yourself. No filters. No pretending. No editing. Because that's what trust does. It gives us a place where we can stop editing ourselves. And the more I thought about that, the more I wondered... How many people are walking around every day editing who they truly are because they don't trust that people will like the real version of them? Take me for example. Lord knows I don't always say the right t...

Christmas Memory

Come, come sit with me…

Today is Christmas Eve, and I thought I would share another one of my memories.

As a child, I loved Christmas. I would get so excited I could hardly sleep. My parents used to say, “If you don’t go to sleep, Santa can’t come.”

And I believed them… sort of. πŸ˜„

I was so excited that I woke the whole house up at 5 a.m. so we could open gifts. I’m sure my parents were not impressed, but they laughed and we all got up anyway.

My face lit up at everything.

And if I’m being honest, my parents didn’t have a lot of money. But Christmas was still so special — because we were together. Every year, they always made sure there was a family gift, something we could all play with together.

That was the real gift.

Family time.


And then let me tell you about the food — oh my God, the food. This is probably where I first became a foodie… πŸ˜‚

My mother, bless her heart, could cook. Mmm, child.

We had turkey, stuffing (which was always my favorite), ham, homemade buns, mashed potatoes, corn, and those yucky Brussels sprouts that I still side-eye to this day.

And the gravy.
Oh Lord, the gravy.

Then came dessert.

My mom and my brother loved this yucky plum pudding and fruit cake(who even likes that) — I never understood it. πŸ˜‚ But my mom always made sure we had our favorites too.

Mine were lemon meringue pie, apple pie… and cookies. Always cookies.

Okay — I need to stop talking about food now. I’m making myself hungry just thinking about it.


Oh, the memories.

One thing that has stayed with us over the years is this — whenever we get together, we sit at the table. We have a family dinner. We slow down, share food, laugh, talk, and just be together.

That table became more than a place to eat.
It became a place to connect.

So what I’m really saying today is this:

Have a beautiful family day — with whoever your family is.

Because family isn’t always just the one you’re born into.
Family can be the people who show up for you.
The ones who make room at the table.
The ones who stay.

That’s family.


My whisper to you is this:
Where there is love, laughter, and a place for you at the table — that is home. 🌹


If you want to connect:
If this memory stirred something in you and you’d like to share your own, I’d love to hear from you.

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