This year is a different one from the previous 5. This is our 6th Christmas without Daniel. Hard to believe. Grayson was 4 the last time he had Christmas with his Dad. His belief in Santa was firmly intact and his most wanted present was a trampoline. This year, G is less certain of Santa, but very certain of the meaning of Christmas and his most wanted gift is a home gym. My big boy is still a little guy in some ways, and so very grown up in others. What a gift he is to me. I am grateful for him all of the time.
This year I have an additional gift or two in my life. A fantastic boyfriend and his feisty and adorable daughter. Who would have thought it possible? I certainly didn't. I definitely entertained the idea and was open to the possibility, but I don't think I really believed it could happen. Well, hell is freezing over, and no one is more surprised than me.
So this year, I find myself wrapped in the warmth of Christmas in a way I haven't been in a very long time. If I have a spare moment, I'll relax and enjoy it. If I don't have a spare moment (which is looking very likely), I'll just scury forward knowing that the warmth is waiting for me when I'm ready to slow down. It's really a great feeling.
Merry Christmas! - Michelle D.