The holidays always remind me of what I've had and what I no longer have. It's lonely where we live. All our families are in other states. My brother has twin girls. I miss them so much.
My son is missing out on growing up with his cousins. My dad recently told me in a somewhat emotional way that one of the twins is so much like me that he is watching his first born child growing up again.
He's not emotional with me very often but this means a lot to me. My parents rarely referred to me as a child positively. There was always a complaint. This makes me love my nieces even more. They aren't identical twins so at least there is only one of me repeating history.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!