Punch-drunk Christmas

This might be a strange Christmas, and I am starting to wonder if coming here was my best option. I am not complaining, or having a miserable time. In fact it has been a wonderful time; we've seen "Bright Lights," shopped for gifts a bit, and it's been peaceful. It's that Christmas is a big thing for me. I love to celebrate. I love to surround myself with the people I hold dear. I love cooking for my friends. I love to watch people's face light up with joy when they open the gifts I gotten for them. I love to celebrate Jesus-after all it's about Him!

This year it's not about me. I know what you're thinking, "how will this selfish woman manage!?" and you're right to think so. It's true. This year it's not revolving around me. It feels strange. No Christmas dinners, no couch cuddling and late night Christmas Classics with my sister and mom. All new people, all people I don't know. It seems so daunting and terrifying for this shy woman. The opposite of the Christmas I know.

I suppose this is all part of growing older. Creating new, and separate traditions with new faces. Not all bad, just different.

Justin and I are going to The Nutcracker. With professional dancers! Yes, professionals. Amazing. We're going to bake an apple pie together on Christmas day. Also awesome! Sadly no photos yet. I will change.

As a side note, I'm trying to get Justin to guest blog for me. He's being hesitant so I may have to inflict some of my secret violent range on him...

Enjoy yourselves people.