Tonight I ate a pomegranate. As I glanced around my kitchen that slightly resembled a crime scene with dark red fruit splatters haphazardly strewn along the counters, my memory leapt back to elementary school. In my mind’s eye I replayed a scene where all three of us kids were crammed into the bathtub and stripped before we were allowed to eat our respective pomegranate segments. Three kids in a tub with a lot of messy fruit and one smart mother.
While we’ve long since outgrown group bath time, I am so grateful that next week my brothers and I will be in the same place. For the first time in a year and a half my entire immediate family will be in the same house. And for Christmas! I’m pretty darn stoked.
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