Thank You.
Well she's here. She's here, naked and tiny for all the world to see. For everyone to love.
I'm happy. I feel like I'm apart of something. A family, a real family, the one with the white house and shutters and a mom and a dad and a baby. And the dad is absolutely in love with his new daughter. It's romantic to me. Even though I'm just the aunt, it feels special.
This year still sucks. I talked for what seemed like forever with Adam about kids and how they're literally growing up so fast, experiencing things that I didn't even know about when I was their age. It's really weird. We talked about this year and how everyone has changed and things are different, and some things are good, but we definitely had high expectations. I'm glad I'm not the only one.
And now it's Christmas, my absolutely favorite time of the year. Gingerbread cookies, stockings, presents. I'm not gonna lie, I'm still a kid at heart and when the presents suck I still get sad like I'm 7 or something. I always want to give everyone something. Even the lady who walks home from the PVTA at 6:30 in rain or shine and still wears an unfashionably fashionable trenchcoat and floppy hat. I want to wrap up all m excitement and happiness into a little tiny box with a shiny bow and give it to all the passerbyers. I want everyone to be that happy.
Except this year I don't even feel happy. I've gotten the presents and wrapped them, I put up my tree, hung the stockings on the chimney with care...but really, I've done everything. What's wrong? Am I like Cindy Lou Who in how the grinch stole christmas?
Can you get too old for christmas?
I'm happy. I feel like I'm apart of something. A family, a real family, the one with the white house and shutters and a mom and a dad and a baby. And the dad is absolutely in love with his new daughter. It's romantic to me. Even though I'm just the aunt, it feels special.
This year still sucks. I talked for what seemed like forever with Adam about kids and how they're literally growing up so fast, experiencing things that I didn't even know about when I was their age. It's really weird. We talked about this year and how everyone has changed and things are different, and some things are good, but we definitely had high expectations. I'm glad I'm not the only one.
And now it's Christmas, my absolutely favorite time of the year. Gingerbread cookies, stockings, presents. I'm not gonna lie, I'm still a kid at heart and when the presents suck I still get sad like I'm 7 or something. I always want to give everyone something. Even the lady who walks home from the PVTA at 6:30 in rain or shine and still wears an unfashionably fashionable trenchcoat and floppy hat. I want to wrap up all m excitement and happiness into a little tiny box with a shiny bow and give it to all the passerbyers. I want everyone to be that happy.
Except this year I don't even feel happy. I've gotten the presents and wrapped them, I put up my tree, hung the stockings on the chimney with care...but really, I've done everything. What's wrong? Am I like Cindy Lou Who in how the grinch stole christmas?
Can you get too old for christmas?