....alone at Christmas was not fun for me.
I hated being away from my family,
I called them every two hours it seemed.
It was silly really b/c we were less then three hours from home.
I made turkey dinner for the first time,
but ate it alone because HE was napping.
The gravy exploded all over the stove
because I tried to make it in a pyrex dish.
HE tried to recreate part of his traditions though.
HE made a chicken noodle omlette for breakfast.
Then, I thought it was bizarre.
Now I can't live without them.
At the time it was sad to me that we were alone.
Today it is a reminder of how far we have come.
Over twelve years together.
Longer than alot of marriages.
WE work hard at it.
WE laugh at ourselves often.
WE are snippy at each other more than I would like to be.
WE created two beautiful children together.
And everytime I look at this ornament that I bought on our very first Christmas,
I think about how much I love HIM.