… a frenzied Momma preparing for the holidays while working full-time (and then some), taking care of baby, trying to get quality time with Handsome Hubby and counting the days and hours and minutes until my super-dooper Christmas vacation traveling through New Jersey and Massachusetts.
No wonder my licked Christmas card envelopes are going to smell like Pinot Grigio.
I am, underneath the build-up of stress and anxiety and the apprehension and absolute joy and excitement about our travels, I am still the little girl who wrote to Santa, bribing him not with cookies and milk, but with a beer.
I feel at such peace running my hands over the ceramic Christmas tree my mother made with her hands years and years and years ago.
And the Christmas music that is probably driving my mother-in-law absolutely crazy when she’s over baby-sitting still hasn’t gotten old to me.
I am in a beautiful place in so many ways. And I still bribe my “Santa” with beer.
And promises of a lifetime of love and all that stuff, too. Oh, and cute babies. REALLY cute babies with mohawks.