After buying things for my "adopted family", it was back to normal. Normal meaning I still don't have any family togetherness or tradition to look forward to during the holidays.
Getting Dad's card made me realize what I miss most. Giving. I miss finding the perfect gift and the anticipation of seeing the recipient open it. I would love to give Dad the best art supplies the Texas Department of Criminal Justice has ever seen. His drawings and paintings are worth it. Trust me. But prison rules don't allow it.
No wonder I took such painstaking care to make sure I got the most perfect gifts for my "mom" and her three girls. I only wish I could see their faces Christmas morning.