Yep, it looks like I'm going to be one of 'those people' this year. I've been itching for the holidays for over a month now. I believe it has something to do with our new arrival late August. Another daughter, nearly two months old now. But that's not all, my younger sister is expecting her first child, a boy, in less than a week. My family seems to be infected this year with visions of a Christmas gathering filled with 4 grandchildren who will, at Christmas be approximately 10, 2, 4 months, and 2 months.
I'm not sure it's just that compelling me to holiday bliss. I want to bake and decorate and sip on Bailey's Irish Cream. I want to give to people, and bath in the happiness the holidays can bring. I want the snow and cold to return, after a long hot dry summer, spent pregnant.
I want to see my almost two year old open gifts, her birthday and Christmas both in December. Last year she was barely a year, and didn't seem interested in opening very well. I have a video of her ripping paper off one tiny strip at a time and handing each one to Daddy before moving on to another strip. Without interference we would have spent the entire day opening her two gifts. That was out of the questions due to the impending road trip out of state to the inlaws after breakfast and presents.
There is one more lovely thing about December, besides the holidays, and celebrating the birth of my first. The sky gets colder and cleared, and the atmospheric conditions much more friendly to my telescope. I hope to squeeze in some astrophotography, even with sleepless children, a baby still breastfeeding, and my own lack of coherent thought and motorskills from 2 years of sleep deprivation.
That all being said, I love my life.
