Well, I am heading into the final days of my first white Christmas. All my life when I thought of a white Christmas, I was, of course, picture it in California, which makes the entire concept of a white Christmas kind of a giant miracle. The only thing I ever wished for harder than snow on a Christmas ... were an acceptance letter to BYU in 1998 and a positive pregnancy test in 2005. I eventually got both, but not on Christmas. And this year I finally get my white Christmas.
We've had snow on the ground here for a few weeks, and today it dawned on me that THIS is my white Christmas. So I am trying to enjoy every minute of it. I even had good humor about my adventure today when I got caught in a snow storm on the freeway and missed the wedding I was on my way to attend at the Salt Lake Temple. I took refuge in a Target and then headed home.
A few days ago I thought we were not going to get anymore snow until after Christmas, and I was a little worried that we would not have a fresh blanket to stare at or sled on come the big day. Just as I accepted my dirty snow for what it is ... I got a this new down pour today ... traffic and all. I love it.
I am really excited for tonight because it feels like Christmas starts when Tim gets off work today and doesn't have to go back until Saturday. We're going to to watch a lot of movies, go to In and Out, visit the lights at Temple Square, go to the Watkins barn for a nativity, share a candle light dinner with the Gillespies, and put together some huge presents. And then hopefully it will all end with at least one seriously smiling face.
I never understood how my mom could enjoy a Christmas in 70 degrees, but now that I've got my own little ones, I'm starting to understand.
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