A New Kind of Christmas Morning

The smell of bacon dances through the house and the wood burning fire pops with crackling noises, expanding its warm blanket of heat throughout the living room.

If I close my eyes, I am easily taken back to my family home in Texas where I’ve spent my entire life, every Christmas morning, waking up. The thought of how incredibly lucky I have been to have kept this family tradition up until now, for 35 years, circulates in my mind and I smile, exhaling, and open my eyes to Grant standing across the room who is holding a plate of breakfast ready to serve. Our bulldog, Polly, sits at my feet as I’m sitting in a dark gray side chair somewhat uncomfortably. Every position seems to feel more and uncomfortable as the pregnancy progresses but I don’t mind it at all. The more uncomfortable I start to feel, the closer we are to meeting our daughter and that is an idea that brings me great peace and joy.

When we found out that I was pregnant, 8 months ago, I immediately thought of Christmas morning and how hard it would be to have a change of the holiday tradition. But here we are on Christmas mornin and so much has changed over the past year. Grant has always felt like home for me, but in all honesty I still longed for something more. I would still demand that we fly back to Texas because I felt homesick. I would long for moments with my extended family and the close bond we share together. It’s not that I do not miss and want all of those things this year, but something has shifted in me. The truth is that I have never felt more at home than I do on this day with Grant. With Polly at my feet and our daughter resting safely in my belly, I have never felt happier and more in love than I do today and I honestly cannot think of a better gift to wake up to on Christmas morning.

Merry Christmas from our family to yours!

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