It’s here, it’s here!! Like the anticipation of Christmas morning, the day is finally here!
Today… we fly! Today we are going home for Christmas.
I will start by saying that this trip holds a little sadness. As I wrote in another post this week, this morning I had to say Goodbye to Shayna. It would have happened whether or not I was leaving today but nonetheless it was a sad moment… even if she did come into my room at 6:37 am and wake me up. I will also add that leaving Husband for this many days is also sad. Since Husband and I met almost 6 years ago at work we have spent almost everyday together. He gets on my nerves at times, (as I’m sure I get on his) but there is no place I’d rather have him than next to me. So until he meets me in New Jersey on December 22, we will be apart for 10 days – by FAR the most amount of time we have ever been away from each other.
But with sadness also comes room for much happiness – GLAD TIDINGS if you will.
With getting home comes the familiar feeling of Christmas seeping into my pores. Today I am wearing jeans and a tank top with socks and Birkenstockesque shoes… and a scarf. A mother effing scarf! Maybe I’ll be eating those words when I’m freezing my ass off, but for now, it’s a celebration.
And then there are these 4 sexy words: Starbucks Raspberry Hot Chocolate. And Rafa will get a mini one because I’m her mom and I said so.
And then there’s all the other Christmas shenanigans. Our yearly New York City adults only staycation (minus Baby Boy Bump who’ll obviously be in transit with us). Pictures with Santa (which should be interesting this year since Rafa is mobile and aware that she is sitting on a stranger’s lap who is dressed in red – even if he does bring her presents… we’ll see how that turns out.) My dad has already invited me out on a movie date.
Oh, it’s the most wonderful time of the year!
These things seem ordinary because they used to seem so obvious but when you don’t have something that at some point was ordinary, all of a sudden, they seem extraordinary.
I can’t wait to land and see the NYC skyline – because extraordinary! – but mostly because it signals that I’m close to bursting through my front door of the only home I’ve ever known and see the faces that will always be home for the holidays.
Safe travels. Merry Christmas.