I can’t believe it’s already Christmas Eve. Tonight we will drive out to South Boise to spend the evening with Mike’s cousin. His wife left him this year and his one request was to host Christmas Eve dinner for the family. I made a green salad; I know everything else there will be unhealthy. The wedding pictures and happy memories still plaster all the walls in his home. It’s been almost six months. It’s pouring outside. As we approach the Eagle Road exit on I-84 the heavy rain turns into a sloppy, wet snow. It’s going to be a white Christmas.
— Ashley Q