I like to exclaim that every single Christmas was the “BEST CHRISTMAS EVER.” And this one was no exception.
Except, for real this time. THIS WAS THE BEST CHRISTMAS EVER!
Holidays, they tend to lose their luster as you get older. Is it just me? I love celebrating Christmas, but I think the problem is that you begin to understand the amount of work that goes along with making a magical holiday. Decorating, cleaning, baking, shopping, wrapping, cooking, partying. All fun things, but also work.
In the past, I’ve just “worked” too much for the holidays.
This year? I wanted to spend a really awesome Christmas with Henry and Ryan. And I didn’t want to become a monster. So, I decided to decorate only as much as I wanted to. (Okay, I still decorated a lot. But I did it because I enjoyed it.) And I decided to buy gifts only because I wanted to. (No more last-minute trips to the mall to pick up a gift card because I “had” to.)
Was there some stress in the past month? Sure, there was. But, it was just such a great month. And such a great Christmas.
It helps that Henry is the cutest child on the face of the Earth. (It’s been proven.)
It helps that he loves the wrapping paper more than anything.
It helps that we got to spend lots of quality time with all our family.
Ryan’s family hosted Christmas the weekend before.
My parents were in town for a few weeks, and even watched Henry for a week while our daycare provider was on vacation.
So is his buddy and second cousin, Garret, hit it off.
We even got to visit my Grandma Sandi.
A little person who has developed a need to let out the most painful, piercing, blood-curdling screams to share every emotion. But, I’m overlooking that for the moment.
Oh … and did I mention that I got an iRobot vacuum cleaner from my in-laws and a handmade coffee table from Ryan. Hey. Who says I can’t love the gifts?
But the best gift ever? My little family. In matching outfits on Christmas Eve. (Not even intentional. I swear.) Dream. Come. True.
Hope you had a very merry Christmas in your neck of the woods. Maybe even your own “BEST CHRISTMAS EVER.”