Having children in our lives for Christmas this year makes the holiday season that much more exciting. I have been excited for Christmas in the past...every year as a child, and even as a teenager, but as an adult, there have been times where I didn't care for it as much.
One year, in the very beginning of our relationship, Frank and I were homeless. Someone put us up in a hotel room for a few nights, and we had just enough money to get some cheap Chinese food for our Christmas dinner. No gifts, no family or friends to help us out and take us in, no beautiful, wholesome dinner. Just me, Frank, our hotel room, and white rice with Sesame chicken.
Our first Christmas in our first apartment together was nice. I got Frank two movies he had wanted for a while, and a ton of new tools that he wanted and needed badly! I loved that year.
Another year, I had to work Christmas morning, but was PSYCHED to get back home. It was a particularly good year for us financially, and I got Frank an awesome, nice, brand new Carhart jacket from Ebay. It was an exact replica of the one he had years before, and lost it in a fire, so I knew it would be so special for him to have another one. I raced home after work to open presents with him. It was another great year.
Last year, I was in the hospital for Christmas, on moderate bed rest for preterm labor. It sucked being in the hospital for Christmas, but at the same time, it was kind of nice. I could sit back, sleep, relax, and have everything brought to me at the push of a button to my nurse. ;-) It was my last time to relax for the rest of my life! (ha ha)
This year, I can spoil my babies. I have so many blessings to be thankful for this Christmas, and I can't wait to see the twins' eyes light up when they see the Christmas tree, I can't wait to catch them in the act of trying to tip the tree over or peek at their presents tightly wrapped underneath, I can't wait for them to see snow for the first time and to take them outside to play. I can't wait to get my shopping done for them. I can't wait to set out milk and cookies for Santa on Christmas Eve, and then eat all the cookies and drink all the milk after the babies are in bed, and then to see their faces Christmas morning when they see, to their childish surprise, that Santa indeed ate all the cookies and drank all the milk they left for him. I can't wait to sneak around Christmas Eve and set out all the presents and stocking stuffers for them to see the next morning. Most of all, I can't wait to see them delight in opening their gifts Christmas morning, and to munch on their Monkey bread and juice for breakfast.
Christmas this year will be the best yet, and I know it will just keep getting better and better.