Christmas used to be all about me.
First as a youngest sibling/only child (long story) it was all about me. Me opening presents and posing for pictures. Me spending the day curled up with whatever new book I had gotten. Me wearing my new clothes. Me. Me. Me.
As I got older it became about me giving. Me picking out the perfect thing. Me ‘winning’ Christmas. Me making their eyes shine with joy. Me. Me. Me.
I would tell you that becoming a mother has changed things, and it has, but not this.
Me plugging in the Christmas tree in my baby’s room and watching his eyes light up from his crib.
Me pulling the high chair over by the big tree in the living room so I can watch him watch the lights as we have breakfast.
Me dancing with him to The Temptations’ Give Love at Christmas CD in our living room this morning while DD was in the shower and my eyes tearing up as I realized that this was all I ever really wanted for Christmas.
I am so blessed.
This man. This child. This family.
In my secret heart of hearts this is what I was wishing for every Christmas. I love them so much that it hurts.
And they love me. Which is amazing and unbelievable.
Me? Me. Me!
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