Christmas Eve and Christmas were everything I imagined they would be.
Absolute Mass Chaos.
Don’t get me wrong, it was a good mass chaos. I always look forward to all the family events surrounding the holidays, and all the food that comes along with it.
Most of my family lives within a 10 mile radius, and that’s always chaotic in its own right. Couple that this year with Rashele’s entire family being in town from Austin, and Amarillo. It made for a crowded house at times. And it was easy to tell when it got to be too much for Mason as he’d simply exit stage left to a quiet corner of another room and play blissfully by himself.
Then Uncle Jimmy would find him.
I don’t know what it is about my brother in law that makes it so easy for him to connect with Mason. NO ONE, outside my wife and I have a connection to him like Jimmy.
He’s not the kind of guy you’d like to meet in a dark alley. He’s big, he’s loud, and he’s country. A stocky 6’ 3” if I had to guess. He has a salt and pepper colored goatee that we thought would scream texture issues, and a deep, loud, gruff voice, that if not used in a whisper could rattle walls.
When not in his truck, he’s on his Harley.
And he wouldn't seem out of place at all if riding with a wild, leather clad band of Hell's Angels.
Mason LOVES him.
Whenever the 2 of them happen to be in the same geographical location, be it here, or when we visit Amarillo, Mason plays the shy card for a few minutes, but eventually will be coaxed into Jimmy’s lap and be completely content. They lie down and play on the floor together, or sit at the computer and play games. Jimmy will scratch Mason’s back and have him so relaxed that we often think he’ll put him to sleep.
Jimmy is a natural
Santa envies Jimmy. He'd kill for that kind of attention