Christmas comes on Thursday
Two things this deployment has cured me of:
1) my obsession with everything happening in order and on time.
I used to be a purist. Gifts should be opened on Christmas morning while listening to Kenny G, after consuming a buffet of made-from-scratch breakfast and sipping eggnog. Only this year we didn’t even wait for December 25th, I watched the morning news on four hours of sleep while downing three cups of coffee, and eating cinnamon rolls from a can. It was heavenly. No, really. It was.
2) Any modesty I might have had about posting a million photos of Christmas morning on my blog.
This day isn’t about the gifts at all, so I prefer not to post a lot of photos where they are the focus. However, having their Daddy unhappily absent on possibly the most important day of the year changes the perspective on things. A lot. I ache for him to experience every moment, even the ones that aren’t the real reason for the season.
Fortunately I pared the million down to these few.
And the absolute best part of the day: