We returned to Papa's old stomping grounds Saturday for our annual McGregor Christmas. I've been a part of this tradition since '93 when Brett and I were engaged, and it's always a highlight of our holiday season.
This year was tough, though, because Aunt Norma wasn't there. It was just strange that she wasn't sitting at the table like always, wearing her reindeer antlers and entertaining us with her stories. I know she would've loved seeing everybody there. Family meant the world to her, and the sights and sounds would've tickled her.
Even though we missed her terribly, I can't think of a better way to honor her memory at Christmas!