The Plight Before Christmas (Holiday Hijinx Series #1)

by Kate Stewart

“You know what’s amazing, sis?” I stare up at her from a few stairs down as her restless baby wiggles in my arms. “I get to go home at night, kick off my heels, eat whatever I want for dinner in yoga pants, do the dishes or don’t before I binge whatever I desire, answering to no one or worrying about whether or not a soul will hear me fart.”

I look up to Eli, who studies me as if he’s trying to solve me. Good luck pal, it’s been thirty-eight years, and I’m completely unsure of who’s writing this shit show.

It was a lot braver to let me kiss you than to cower away from it.”

The picture we have for our lives, even down to a postcard holiday, doesn’t exist. Real memories worth keeping are made in the moment. They aren’t planned. We don’t thrive off idyllic. We thrive off real human emotion and experience. The here and now, and then our mind deciphers later which memories are our fondest.

“At the darkest time of my life, you were the one thing that reminded me that it was still worth living, and it was the memory of you that kept me going. It was you who was with me every step of the way.