I haven’t gotten into the holiday season mindset yet. That usually doesn’t hit me until after Thanksgiving dinner, and then I obsess about getting our tree up the next day. I live for everything Christmas. The tree, the lights, the perfect balsam or mistletoe scented candle, what to wear to family gatherings. It all has to be special. It’s all so magical.
So I haven’t thought about anything Christmas yet, not really. Then I saw this today.
I didn’t even think about Christmas cards.
Every year since we got married, we have sent some out. We go onto a cute website and we (I) pick out the perfectly adorable, so-very-Christmasy card. Then we find our best picture. Sometimes we even take a picture for the occasion. J probably wouldn’t care if we sent cards out or not, but obliges me because he knows how much I love to do this. He even puts up with me wanting to get the perfect picture. Last year it took us about 10 shots to get it right (translation: about 1 hour, since he’s kind of a semi-professional photographer).
I used to get butterflies thinking about how one day, soon, our card would have a picture like this. I’ve fantasized about the day I could send our first Christmas card out as a family of three.
Guess that will have to wait.
This is hard.