Little B won’t remember her first Christmas, but, someday, I’ll tell her about the way her eyes lit up at her first glimpse of Christmas tree lights. And, the way she hyperventilated when Chester put her on Santa’s lap. And, the way her nose crinkled and she made her first real giggle, when my mom and I let her sniff a Hershey’s kiss while we baked cookies.
It’s true when people say that the magic of the holidays comes back when you have a child. The weeks leading up to the holiday have been hectic as usual, but this year I’ve been less absorbed in the actual preparations for the day and more interested in watching Little B as she takes it all in.
It’s been wonderful.
It’s crazy to think that on Christmas Eve last year, I was drinking wine and eating raw oysters, oblivious to the fact that I was pregnant. So much has changed in a year, but I feel so blessed that I get to wake up each morning to the best gift ever.
I’m looking forward to two days of hanging out with the people I love most in the world and hope you are planning to do the same. I wish you peace, love, joy (and, of course, delicious food), this Christmas. Merry, Merry!