It's Christmas Eve.
I haven't battled the crowds to get that special something for my family members.
I haven't made my yearly snowman/snowangel/dash through the snow barefoot.
I've just dined on mashed potatoes, green beans, and meatloaf (with Bullseye!) with two other Maxwell families.
I'm more worried about my family than I am about myself. This is a good thing.
If I had a choice, of course I'd be with my family now. But I wouldn't trade in this meal, either. I guess I'd choose to have all three families together...but Mom would accuse me of being too political. ;)
Christmas Eve is going to be ok. I'll love Christmas Eve a year from now too, though. I'm just praying that Christmas at home is happy. I feel special that there's a Jess-sized hole there, but I hope it's the kind of hole that makes people happy when they notice it.
Merry Christmas, family. I can't wait to celebrate it with ALL of you...maybe the shepherds will be there, too.