It's totally hard for me to believe that Christmas is less than a week away. I admit I've not been focusing on the season, hardly at all. I'm letting the busyness of everything going on shroud all the good and fun stuff about the holiday.
But I'm not being busy baking cookies, shopping for gifts, wrapping (haven't started), or doing fun stuff like that, though-I'm just totally and completely in a different mindset this year. It's all focused on the move, and details (oh the details!), and packing, and selling half our crap, and booking flights, and this rental car, and packing--yea, packing. Every time I walk to the car, I'm freezing. I can't help but think, "so soon--so soon we won't need heavy winter coats". A perk that I can't deny will be, well, absolutely wonderful, and bound to save me about 5-10 minutes of 'getting out the door' time in the mornings.
I'm hopeful, anyway.
But I need to force myself to stay present, to stay here in my brain a little longer, for the kids. Christmas is supposed to fun and magical and I want it to be that for them. I really do.
So Christmas cookies and gingerbread houses and all that messy, fun stuff this weekend. Oh, and going to see that house with all the crazy twinkly lights set to Frozen music, whose electric bill must be more than my mortgage each month. We're doing it all, baby, with our cheesy faces on.
Since this is likely the last time I'll write before Christmas (it's oh so rare these days as you see)--I really do hope and pray this holiday season is filled with little nuggets of goodness amidst the chaos and craziness. Ones that you can hold onto and remember and look back and smile about.
My hope is to write a lot more when we move, to keep everyone up to date on our adventures and all. But, let's be honest--I don't want to make promises I can't keep. I have good intentions at least. Until then, you can find me on instagram, where you can catch a snippet here and there of our wildly awesome (ha) days.
Merry Christmas, friends.