Merry Christmas to all my dear friends.
I haven't got much time to write a lot. For the first time in 60 years my Mom's oldest daughter is cooking Christmas dinner for her. Honey Baked ham, homemade cookies, homemade applesauce, homemade sweet potatoes, and lots of homemade love.
As you may have read in @SassyCassie's thread, we celebrated our first Christmas together over the weekend. It was deeply emotional on so many different levels and for so many different reasons, but the love was everywhere to absorb.
We started out shopping on Saturday until we were tired and hurting in a Yiddish sort of way.

After a wonderful home cooked pot roast dinner (Cassie is a wondrous chef) we decorated our first tree together (the first of many).

Both Cassie and I were wearing our "Pleiades House" necklaces, and I realized something as we started decorating the tree. It's hard to see in the picture, but just by coincidence it turned out that the ornaments we had were pink and baby blue which perfectly matched the colors in our necklaces - the colors of the trans flag. So along with everything else, our tree also represents the trans journey of us and all of our sisters and brothers here.
We had special ornaments to represent ourselves.

Sunday morning we had a good breakfast then enjoyed the warmth of the fireplace and each other's company while we nommed on both my and @Jessica_Rose's homebaked cookies.

After we opened our deeply meaningful gifts (with a fair number of happy tears), we shared a yummy dinner, then took some pictures under the mistletoe. One picture doesn't do the occasion justice, so here are my favorites.



Here is our Merry Christmas picture to all.

Back home yesterday I ran to the store and enjoyed the simple pleasure of just being me out in the world, being treated as my true self. Being called by the correct pronouns and bantering with the cashier.
In the kitchen I made another batch of cookies with my new mixer (stand back, these can be dangerous in the wrong hands, and mine are definitely the wrong ones)...

... and relived the joy of licking the beaters (without having to share with my sister!)

My new aprons came in - one for me and one for mom.

Hmm. Well, it seems I wrote a lot anyway. Okay, time to get ready! Merry Christmas everyone!!
Stephanie