Good request, @flying-kanery! Please enjoy
Life Day was an awesome holiday, in Jacen’s opinion. It meant snow covering the plains of Lothal, which in turn meant snowball fights and making snow Loth-cats and forts. It meant Dad was always cooking or baking and Jacen could steal handfuls of cookies and hide under the Life Day tree, munching on them happily. It meant there was always music playing, lights sparkling, and the smell of pine in the air.
But best of all? It meant his mom came home.
Jacen sat at the table, helping Sabine work on the paper chain that measured out the dates until Life Day came. (still way too many, in his opinion.) Out of the corner of his eye, however, he watched his parents. Mom was working on brewing caf while Dad heated up some hot chocolate for Jacen and waited for the cookies in the oven to be ready. They moved in tandem, always close and never bumping into each other as they moved around the kitchen.
Sabine always said they were perfect together. Jacen guessed that meant they were happiest when they were together, and that they fit, like two interlocking parts of a paper wreath.
As he watched, his dad caught hold of his mom’s arm, pulling her to the side. Nodding at the doorway above them, where a little bouquet of greenery hung, he murmured something, then kissed her just as she began to smile.
Making a face, Jacen muttered, “Gross.”