Christmas Eve.I crawled into my most festive undies and pajamas and helped mom bake. I watched a christmas movie and listened to the Home Alone Soundtrack several times before getting into bed and writing this post. It is a mix of slushy-rain falling outside my window and my coca-cola christmas lights that are dangling lazily on my wall make my insides feel warm and comforted. Our small, decorated house smells like caramel and our christmas tree is sparkling quietly with its graceful white lights. I feel just like a little girl again, except I am sleepy tonight- in past Christmas eves' I would lay awake for hours, just staring out my window watching the snow fall, somehow dreaming of what the morning would bring. I smile at the thought of how many millions of children are in their flannel pajamas, sleeping deeply and dreaming of brightly colored boxes, shiny ribbon, and sparkly wrapping paper.
As I review the past year in my mind, I realize it has been one of my hardest. I have managed to survive 2 broken hearts, a midlife crisis deciding my future, and a complete loss of figuring out who I was becoming as a person. Tonight, all of
that past seems so distant. Christmas eve only brings about warm thoughts for me and a soft, glowing outlook that grows brighter every hour of Christmas Day.
My heart feels as full as the white, brightly light moon over the Christmas sky.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good night!
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