Why I’m excited for Christmas this year

Honestly, I’m pretty hum-bug when it comes to the holidays. Not because I don’t enjoy the festivities or the family gatherings, but because the logistics of it all. I feel as if each year I have to plan out the entire holiday season month’s in advance, and even then, I’m stressed the entire season. It literally feels like it begins at Halloween, trying to find the right costumes, buy all the candy, and decorate the house. Then it’s hubby’s birthday, Thanksgiving, my daughter’s birthday, Christmas, and New Year’s. It’s become a science after years of practice of how each event will go and is planned, however, even the comfort from these year of practice isn’t what has lifted my spirits for this year.104068278-gettyimages-528107199

This year, I’m excited for the season more than I think I have ever been, and the only thing I can attribute it to is how excited my daughter will be this year. Each years she becomes more aware of her surroundings and excited over gifts and travel. Every year she seems to enjoy the holidays more and more, so this year, I cannot wait to see her reaction to all her gifts and family visits. I can’t wait to see how she reacts to all the food and decorations the season brings. But most of all, I can’t wait to see that ecstatic smile as she takes in all Christmas morning has in store for her this year!

Call me Mommy pt. 7

The sweetest sound in the world to the thirsty eyes and ears of a parent is a child excitedly calling their name with the biggest smile their little cheeks can hold.

Five days without seeing my girl. Four nights without bedtime kisses. It’s a barren state of being when your reason for existing isn’t readily at your side. 

I’m being dramatic, but hey, I’m a fiction writer. 

It feels like so long since I have seen my baby girl, hardly a baby now at almost three years old, but the moment we walk through the door to pick her up from her grandparents, that smile, that hug, those kisses, make the world tilt right side up again.

“Mommy!” She yells. “Dahey!”

We need to work on pronouncing our D’s, but it’s the most beautiful thing I have ever heard.

I would do anything for that little smile, and those hugs are enough to melt you through. I finally feel whole again, and now, it’s beack to the old routine! Plus or minus a few sleepless nights as punishment for being gone so long.