In the spring of 2014 I found out I was pregnant with twins and started documenting my journey in a weekly post. I will be periodically posting these past writings, starting from the beginning. This was written December 22, 2014.
Around our house it’s no secret that Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year. Nate and I both come from households who steep this holiday in tradition, merriment, cheer and a drizzle of nostalgia. Now Nate and I have little ones and get to build traditions of our own.
Promptly after Thanksgiving the babies had their first tree hunt and tree trimming festivities. They slept through most of it but that’s probably a good thing.
In the spirit of my Grandma Wessels, I’ve been baking cookies all month, storing them in the freezer, soon to be gobbled up. The babies got to help me, strapped on my front and back, watching my every move. A couple years from now they’ll be fighting over who gets to lick the bowl.
On Christmas they’ll get to meet Santa who coincidentally looks and sounds a lot like Daddy. We’ll get to celebrate with our families and indulge in lots of great food, and most importantly, be surrounded by love.
We have our highs and lows and our lives are far from perfect but I can honestly say that this Christmas will probably be the best one yet. Santa came early this year and there is nothing I am left to want. My family holds everything my heart needs. I am a mother and nothing will ever be the same.
So in the spirit of the season:
“Merry Christmas to you all! Wishing you more happiness than all my words can tell, not just for the holidays, but for all the year as well.”