I love Christmas. I really do. I think I’ve made that pretty clear… lol.
But this year, things are a little different.
Last year, Christmas was the same as it had been every year before.
Not this year.
And if I’m being totally honest, part of me wants to cry. Has cried. Because I’m not one who deals with change all that well. It’s a little hard to swallow that I won’t be waking up at my parents house Christmas morning. That I won’t be making Monkey Bread with my mom. That my ornaments won’t be on their tree.
The other part of me, though, is ridiculously excited. Because I’ll be with Jake. He’ll be the first thing I see Christmas morning. And we’re going to start making our own traditions.
There was one tradition I left out of that post from last Christmas. Every year, my parents gave my brothers and I an ornament in our stocking, so that when the time came for us to move out, we would have ornaments to put on our tree. For some reason, it never really resonated with me that it would come so soon…
But on our honeymoon, Jake and I bought an ornament, to start our own collection. Our own traditions.
I’ve got mixed feelings about Christmas this year. I just have to figure out how to balance them. And I sure hope Santa knows where to find me this year ;)
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I know how you feel :) But it is exciting to be starting some new traditions and fold old traditions into the new traditions. It is nice to still be near family, though. I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t get to spend at least a good chunk of Christmas with my parents and the local family. Love you lots!