This year, I've had as close to a perfect christmas as I would even think about hoping for.
It started yesterday. It's tradition for my mom's side of the family to get together for christmas eve. We start earlyish (12) and end lateish (11) but the whole time is spent just enjoying eachother. I have a very large extended family, I think it totals out at somewhere around 15 or so (and those are just the ones who live within driving distance, and have stayed in contact.) Because of the sheer size of our group grandma stoped buying "big" presents long ago, and we only get stocking stuffers. Hah, this year, the stocking stuffers for each grandchild (and great grandchild) filled one large laundry basket, and had about six or seven boxes outside the basket... EACH. Multiply that by 6 and you can ALMOST imagine what the tree looked like. Its also family tradition to go to church. ugh. Not my thing, but let them have theirs. This year my cousin nicole and I skipped church and hit the movies. Persuit of Happyness (yes that y is how it's actually spelled for the title, see it and you'll know why), GREAT movie. Had me in tears at a couple points. Its funny to me, I got more out of that movie than I would have gotten out of church. Different things speak to different people I guess? Anyway...
My son is the most amazing little boy. He's just 15 months, but boy does he have that whole "under the papers there's COOL STUFF" thing down. Watching him tear into his presents this morning, was... I don't know how to describe it. Words escape me at the moment. I guess if you're a parent, and you think back to your kids first christmas when they could understand, you'd know the feeling I'm trying to express. Amazing, perfect, wonderful... none of these words seem big enough. The calm kind of contentment, joy. His little hands trying so hard to get those toys out of their boxes (those things are practically adult proof now too. Ya need a damn pair of wire cutters to get a panda outta a box?!)
Making this morning even more perfect, was sharing it with my ex. He came to my family gathering yesterday and stayed on through the night. It takes my breath away to watch him with our son. I think it's the only time I've ever, or will ever, see real happiness on his face.
Rob took our son to his (rob's) dads today for christmas dinner, and will be keeping him for the next couple of days. My parents went to my step-dad's sisters for christmas dinner. I'm sitting here ALL by myself, with only the clicking of the keyboard as noise. I couldn't be happier. I love my family, and I truely enjoy spending time with them... however I can't honestly think of the last time I just had personal silence. Calm, quiet, not worried about ANYTHING. I can just be ME!
After the munchkin left, I took a LOOOONG hot bubble bath. Had a glass of wine in there, and just melted. I soaked in all the smelly goodness that is moonlight path, and practically fell asleep. It was wonderful. Then I climbed into my nice (and newly memory foam padded) warm bed, curled up with a good book and a bottle of vernors, and lost myself in the book. (BTW... I completely reccomend Laurell K. Hamilton's Merideth Gentry series, wonderful realistic/fantasy with these erotic undertones that could get the dead goin...) The book is over, and I've begun devouring my next.
Merry Chrstmas, Happy Jewish Holiday I can't spell, Blessed Yule, or just flat out... HAPPY DAY.
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