Once upon a time...

Once upon a time, I started a blog. It took me a while to give in because I kinda have this thing about avoiding bandwagons. (Brian finally got me to admit that Christmas is my favorite holiday...I guess I had a hard time admitting it before because Christmas has plenty of people to love it and I sometimes feel bad for the other holidays!). But I realized recently that I used to be such a faithful journal writer and I want to get back into it. I used to be more of a writer in general. It's a talent and hobby I want to start back up. So mostly, this is just for me. I don't really care if no one reads it, but I don't mind if people do. I think I want to print it out every year so I can have a hard copy of this "journal."

So let's start with a story. My adorable husband has been like a 5 year old waiting for Christmas the past few days. But the cutest part about it is that he is excited about his present for ME, not my present for him. He can hardly stand not telling me what it is. Every couple hours he randomly bursts out, "I can't wait to give you your Christmas present!" with the biggest, squintiest smile on his face, often bouncing up and down or shaking his fists. He says I will surely kiss him when I open it, even in front of my family! Gasp.