I just got home from my grandmother's house. She went home from the hospital today, and there is still a long road ahead, but fortunately she will be able to be at home for the time being.
As I was driving home, I was listening to Deliliah, and I knew immediately that Christmas music was on. I don't know when they made the switch, but I was so so so excited. I have been so good about not listening to Christmas music yet, but honestly, I might start pulling stuff out after tonight. As I was listening to Christmas music, I was thinking about decorating our home, about the Christmas tree in front of the stairs, about the big balls we bought at Costco to hang outside, about Dan putting up the lights for the first time in our house. Granted, we DID celebrate last year in our home, but it was a bare floored, no cabinet, no carpet kind of house, and I didn't get to celebrate the entire month. As I was thinking about all of the joy this Christmas will bring, I started crying (which isn't the best thing when you are on the freeway while it's raining with your son in the backseat sleeping).
Obviously I love Christmas. And I am so excited to be able to decorate our house and celebrate, really celebrate here. This year, I'll be home for Christmas.