This morning, as the family rolled out of the driveway for school, little Cate shouted out the window, "Happy Christmas Eve!"
But in my house it might as well be Christmas Eve. It's now officially December, and that means the season is upon us.
But before I get to that, I wanted to tell you about Thanksgiving Break.
Last week, Abby and her family came to Charleston for a visit. As many of you know, our friendship formed online years ago, through our blogs, and we recently started a project together on Instagram.
Abby has two sons who are the same age as mine, and for years, I anticipated the day our boys would meet. I had a sense that they would instantly connect, running off into the worlds of their imagination, of Pokemon and Minecraft and good guys and bad guys.
I was right. It was exactly as I imagined. (Cate added a little spice to the mix.)
And so, as we say hello to December, I'm thinking a lot about expectations. Many of us have a vision for the holiday season. Sometimes that vision comes to life, and we get exactly what we imagine—like when Abby's family came to Charleston.
But sometimes, many times, and especially during the holidays, expectations aren't met. Our vision falls apart.
So, to help us maintain perspective during the most wonderful time of the year, I decided to revisit some of our favorite posts from Christmas past. These posts practically wrote themselves.
Like the time I was trying to hang the lights on the tree and went all crazy mama over a can of spilled diet Coke.
Or the time I decided to put on pajamas at three in the afternoon. A reminder that when things get crazy, just don't do it.
And let's not forget the quest to capture that "perfect photo" for holiday cards.
Or the days when my growing-up-too-quickly son still believed in Santa.
Even though it was time, having "the talk" was bittersweet.
But I don't regret it, because pulling him over to the other side of the magic has been really fun, especially when his younger sister decided to touch the elf. His quick thinking saved the day.
The holidays can be hard. Some of us are missing loved ones.
But if you're hoping and praying for a miracle... look around you just might find one.
Here's what brings me comfort and joy: It's the fact that sometimes, we DO get exactly what we want. Even if it arrives in a package we didn't expect.
Happy December friends. I hope you have your moment.
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