Missing Boots and Old Photographs

Somewhere in the rush of the holidays, when you're stressing out about what gifts to get for whom and if you're spending too much or not enough on each and how you're going to see everyone you need to see and where the hell your favorite boots have gone off to, your brother comes home from college and the two of you sit on the floor of your basement for two hours reminiscing and laughing until you cry, and then you remember what exactly this whole season is about.

Missing boots don't really mean too much when you have a life full of love.