It began on Wednesday of last week when I got to spend an entire day alone with my husband - a rare thing due to our conflicting work schedules and out-of-town family we love to visit. I woke up early, read a book while Mr. Smith slept next to me, then woke up to have breakfast and exchange gifts. We watched a movie, we talked, we went out for coffee, we played with our puppies, we got all dressed up for an amazing dinner at Cafe Nonna and we went to Opryland Hotel to enjoy the lights. The most perfect of all perfect days.
|Opryland Hotel. Pure magic.|
|Brunch at Fido.|
But then we arrived at my parents' house and all feelings of anxiety were gone. I was in a place of comfort, full of love, with people whose company I enjoy so much it makes my heart swell. We had our traditional Christmas Eve dinner. (Steaks for all, salmon for me with sides of twice baked potatoes, shrimp and salad... the Christmas Eve dinner I've eaten as long as I can remember.)
|My sweet family at Christmas.|
|A whole family's worth of gifts. So blessed.|
Over the next two days, we
drove hundreds more miles making five more stops,
ate more food than should be allowed,
opened more gifts than we deserved,
hugged more necks than I can count,
laughed more than I have in ages,
cuddled many a puppy and
loved, loved, loved every single second of it.
It's my sincerest wish that each of you had as lovely a day as we did to celebrate the blessings of sweet baby Jesus in whatever way you were able.