This is our last kidless Christmas Eve. We have waited for a baby for so long and now that its actually happening its such an overwhelming experience in both a magical way and also in an, oh crap there is so much to do to get ready for this kid to arrive, way. There is so much to think about and worry about and do. This Christmas eve I'm thinking of all the traditions that I want to pass on to Bennett. My parents did such a wonderful job of making Christmas a magical experience for us and I want to make sure I do the same for Bennett. My parents went all out in the presents department. I mean we were completely spoiled, and I didn't even realize how spoiled we were until I grew up and could fully appreciate all that my parents did for us. My Dad was the kind of Dad who climbed up on the roof at midnight to stomp his feet and jingle bells all with the hope that it would make our Christmas eve more special because obviously we were getting a visit from Santa. But, it wasn't just the presents, and the traditions it was the constant dinners and memories made with family. I've made a conscious choice to live close to my family because I want my kids to have the same memories, experiences and close relationships with family as I did growing up. Brian was raised completely different than I was. His parents moved him all over the place. He rarely lived in one place long enough to make good friends let alone create lasting memories or traditions. I never want that for our kids and neither does he. As I sit on my cozy couch in front of my beautifully decorated Christmas tree all lit up, my puppies sleeping next to me and Brian at the kitchen table, and this bundle of joy growing inside me, I can't help but feel I am exactly where I should be right now. Life is so great right now and I can't even imagine how much better its going to be when little Bennett gets here. Merry Christmas Eve blogger friends.
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