This Christmas season, my heart hasn't been in it. Even my blog about Christmas lights was off. (seriously, that post was almost deleted later because it just wasn't my best.) Mostly because the Christmas Season was eclipsed this year by another event. My husband coming home from war. Which was also, and more importantly, my daughter's daddy coming home from war.
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| For traveling from the other side of the world. those guys look good. |
No longer do I say "you're doing such a good job, but don't roll over until your daddy gets here." Nope... she rolls. And her dad saw it before I did.
No longer do I think "this child is adorable - I need someone right here to talk about how cute she is." Nope... he says to me "man, she is so cute." All I have to do is agree.
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| He came back... and I woke her up. They're both very tired in this picture. |
The 6 year old girl inside of me is in shock: WHAT? How is Christmas not the most exciting? How are you not on the edge of your seat knowing it's around the corner? Pull out the JohnDenverAndTheMuppets:AChristmasTogether because it's time to enjoy the season! And give me cookies! I demand Christmas Cookies!
Yes, inner-child, I will give you Christmas Cookies, and we will listen to the appropriate Christmas Music... but this year Mariah Carey was actually right. All I did want for Christmas was (him). Him to be home with me. Him to not be at war. Him to come home and be a dad.
(but if you're reading this, and you've already bought me presents, don't feel like you need to return them. Because I am also accepting other, non-husband-related gifts. For the record. )
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I am so glad your hubs is home and able to share in all the wonderful things going on in your home. :)
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