I think back to this time last year and how the beauty of the season unfolded magnificently and yet paled in comparison to the splendid round belly I would rub with dreams of what it would soon bring. With every snow flake that fluttered it's way down to our street lined with Griswold style lit up houses, I'd feel a glimmer of excitement steal through my body... for Christmas yes, but even more so for the life growing inside me and the change that was sure to come.
This week has had me in a snowball of emotions. It could be the season, the weather, the busyness, the way he is growing... but mostly, I think it has something to do with the hormones. My system is changing again, and I'm learning to settle into this contented rhythm of so-be-it.
And baby, I have to say, this second time around is different. I'm just remembering the thrill of imagining him, and cherishing how he's surpassed every expectation I had. I want to experience every wave, every snowball of emotion, every storm and every calm on purpose. So the rest of this week I'm steeping deep in the calm of my family with a little extra time off coming soon and some fireside tree gazing and hot cocoa sipping ready to charm us. The thrill of the season still has me wrapped around it's finger this year, 'cause this week is Baby's First Christmas.
And I think he might have a present up his sleeve, 'cause baby's been trying to walk.