In our seven months of marriage, Andrew and I have had our fair share of disagreements. We are both passive aggressive and both very highly opinionated, so most of our “arguments” take the shape of sharing our very opinionated opinions in a passive aggressive code that the other person needs a mind reader device to decipher. Good luck trying to get a straight answer in our house when this happens.
Usually, these little squabbles and skirmishes are about things completely trivial, like leaving dirty dishes in the sink or double booking a schedule, and within minutes, the issue is forgotten as quickly as it began. I can almost always be won over by an unsolicited cup of tea and a freshly baked cookie. Lucky for me, I’ve never known Andrew to hold a grudge, and so issues don’t linger in the curtains for long.
The holidays, though, were a different monster altogether. Just the mention of the words “Christmas”, or “Thanksgiving”, or even “Wassail”, was enough to set us both on edge, the blunt tip of our passive-aggressive swords ready to attack or defend the other’s comment. I guess there’s not much else to expect from a couple whose first real argument was about the idea of Santa Claus being a magical Christmas enchanter or a misleading, damaging scheme. Like I said, our opinions run high and deep.
Andrew and I both come from big, tight, families. We are both one of four; both close in age and nature to each of our siblings. What’s more, before this year, neither of us had ever spent a Thanksgiving or Christmas away from our families. When we were dating, and even when we were engaged, we never even considered spending the holidays with each other over our families. It was rare we would even talk on the phone on Christmas day, so engrossed were we with our own family’s events. And we liked it just fine that way.
With the ever closer approach of the holidays, with both sets of our parents politely inquiring as to where we would be spending it, and with both sets of siblings sending threatening text messages laden with memories of Christmas traditions, Andrew and I were feeling hard pressed to make a decision.
The swords were drawn and finally dropped when we realized they weren’t effective. We finally came to a compromise- Thanksgiving with mine, Christmas with his, and back to mine for New Year’s.
A safe eight days into the New Year, I can look back on the holiday season and say, that this was the best Christmas and New Year in my living memory. Andrew and I had so much fun being together, enjoying one another’s families (we sure lucked out with amazing families on both sides), and sharing holiday traditions.
Our first married Christmas, and my first Christmas away from home, could not have been more sweet. Andrew’s family went out of their way to make me feel comfortable and welcome, and I was even able to face time with my family on Christmas Day! We spent a wonderful week with my family between Christmas and New Year’s, skiing in Ellicottville, NY.
Andrew and I just can’t believe that our lives are filled with dear and wonderful people . Here are some pictures from our trip. I hope your holiday season was every bit as fun, relaxing, and exciting as ours was!
One of the highlights of our trip with Andrew’s family was going to the Raven’s game with his dad and brother. We had such a fun time together- and the Ravens won!
The food was delicious… especially breakfast on Christmas morning!
We made a Christmas Card video with Andrew’s family. I was honored to be included in this year’s video!
Stockings have always been my favorite part of Christmas morning. I received a wonderful stocking from Lisa, complete with one of her homemade tea recipes- yum!!
Andrew’s parents gave us a Big Agnus Tent- we can’t wait to go camping in it!
It started snowing Christmas Eve, and didn’t stop the whole time we were in Buffalo! It was perfect for skiing and hiking.
This hike was fun, in retrospect. :)
We got to do a lot of skiing together at Holiday Valley Ski Resort– our favorite place!
Everyone, finally together!!