This Christmas wasn't what I had hoped it would be. The idea of becoming a parent filled me with ideas of crafts and seeing the holiday through a child's eyes. I failed to remember that the glitter and excitement of Christmas are completely lost on a ten-month-old. The tree was interesting for only a few days. Scrunching wrapping paper brought her more holiday cheer than the anticipation of opening a gift. She doesn't have the attention span to watch Frosty the Snowman. Also, I was in a rotten mood in the morning. I regret it, and I'd take it back if I could. I was up with her in the wee hours of the morning, and sleep deprivation is torture in my book. I napped while she napped and was a much better human being afterward. If I'm being honest, I was really sad to not be with my family too. My sister and brother have never held Presley. (Editor's Note: I can barely type that without crying.) My relatives have never met her. Holidays alone are already hard, but throw in a baby, and I'm the bawling emoji face. But! ... Yes, there is a "but" ... It was still a sweet Christmas! I've been really busy with work, so I was very thankful to have time off to just relax at home with my peeps. ;)
We agreed that Christmas will be different next year, because Presley will have a better understanding of it all and will want to join in the fun.
Where ever you are, whatever you celebrate, who ever you spent time with -- I hope it was wonderful.