I’m sitting here at 8:30pm on Christmas night and feel like I have been hit by a truck. There’s something about maintaining a fever pitch excitement from 7am to 7pm that wipes a girl out. I don’t want to fool you and make you think I’m all bah humbug. Watching my children open up there presents this morning was…magic. I adore this day and seeing it through my children’s eyes. They both got everything their hearts desired.
I’m sorry, I lied.
They did not get those annoying slippers called, “Stompee’s, that they saw two days ago on a commercial.
If you could see me I’d be shuddering in my seat.
I digress.
Molly got her beloved Jasmine costume (the sluttiest princess??) and Brady got enough trains and train tracks to shuttle up to NYC. I spent 20 minutes building a very intricate Lego car using some very unclear directions, then passed the helicopter building over to my dad (tee hee!)
On a serious note, this was our last year living in Jacksonville and our last year living near my mom for awhile. We’ve been here for five years (and two babies!) and it has been beyond wonderful to be able to hop in the car and eat Christmas breakfast at Grandma’s. I don’t know what next year brings, but leaving family will be the hardest.
This was also our first to have my husband be away from us on this day, which was hard. I had a piece of my heart missing today and felt a lump in my throat watching things that I knew he wanted to be here for.
You see, we are a military family and it is not unusual to be far away from loved ones. I know how lucky we are too live this life and know there are so many other family that miss a lot more than we do. I am grateful to have a hard working husband and two healthy, beautiful children.
And grateful to be sitting here with a reason to be exhausted.
Merry Christmas.
