"One of the things I learn every time I come home to visit my family is that time is special. We often complain about how the work week drags on, how 5 pm can never come soon enough, how we wish we could fast forward through winter (I am especially guilty of that last one). But those days, those hours, those minutes…they are so incredibly special. They’re the tiny puzzle pieces to our lives. They’re the stolen glances we share with our partners and spouses. They’re the lazy holiday days we spend lounging in pajamas, watching Christmas movies with our family. They’re the frigid winter days we snuggle up by the fireplace with hot cocoa and play board game with our friends. They’re even the hours we spend in traffic and on airplanes and on trains just so we can be near the people we love during the holidays. "