The past couple of weeks have been a joyful blur of holidays, travel, celebrations, and a fair share of stuffing drama (more on that later). With Thanksgiving in the rearview mirror, I’m finally catching my breath and reflecting on everything that’s happened.
We kicked off the holiday season by pulling the kids out of school early (shh, don’t tell) and heading to Boston for an early Thanksgiving with my family. This year, the dinner took a backseat to another celebration—my sister’s engagement! What started as lamb salad and cheese cake turned into a surprise engagement party. Fast forward a week, and she and her fiancé of 17 years tied the knot in a small ceremony. Seventeen years together! We couldn’t make it back for the wedding, but it warmed my heart to see the pictures and hear about their day.
The Boston trip also gave me a chance to reconnect with my best friend from high school and meet her not-so-little-anymore two-year-old. Watching her navigate mom life (and doing it so beautifully) was a highlight. It’s moments like these that remind me how precious it is to pause and cherish connections.
After Boston, we came back to Colorado for our own cozy Thanksgiving. We kept it low-key, just us, my brother Adam, and the kids. Thanksgiving Day was a bit unconventional—we hit the slopes at Breckenridge in the morning (fresh powder and family time? Yes, please) while Adam held down the fort, prepping dinner. Everything was perfect, except for one minor hiccup: the stuffing. We had prepped it the day before and stored it outside in the chilly Colorado air. It was almost forgotten but saved just in time. Crisis averted!
The turkey, a smoked beauty from Edwards Meats, was the easiest thing ever—just heat and serve. Adam added Swedish hors d'oeuvres to the spread, a nod to our family roots, and it all came together deliciously.
The couple of days after Thanksgiving, my husband, Tag, left for Bali, embarking on the same self-development journey I did last December. There’s something profound about disconnecting completely—no phones, no screens, just silence and self-discovery. It’s a gift to feel untethered in such a connected world. I had a very nice chat with him before he went “radio silent” for 12 days. I can’t wait to hear about his experience when he gets back. Or at least to hear about what he’s willing to share.
And because life doesn’t slow down, the day after Tag left, my oldest son, Bridger, turned 14! We threw a small surprise party, but the big event is this weekend—a sleepover with six teenage boys in my house for 24 hours. Pray for me. Thankfully, my youngest, Sterling, has a sleepover of his own lined up, so we’re minimizing chaos where we can.
On the real estate front, I wrapped up a couple of closings, and one more is set for mid-December. I also delivered a batch of pies to clients, which is one of my favorite holiday traditions. This is my favorite tradition for sure because I get to reconnect with so many people. If you didn’t get your pie yet, don’t worry; my freezer’s stocked, and I’m still making the rounds.
As we gear up for the rest of December, I’m feeling grateful for family, friends, and the incredible community I get to serve. If you’ve got a local business, event, or cause that needs some love, let me know—I’d love to feature you in my next post.
Until next time, stay warm and enjoy the magic of the season. ✨