Merry Merry, sweet stalkers! I am finally home after an exhausting week of work and could not be happier to be spending the day wrapping presents, baking gingerbread, and perma-smiling 'cause of this time with all of my family members under one roof. And though I love Christmas Eve and all of it's preparation and anticipation for the big day, I have to say I think my favorite part of Christmas weekend already happened. When I arrived home last night after a red brake light filled trip up I-95 with my sister and the puppy love, my family and I headed into the Friendly Village to the White Dog Cafe for a late night dinner. My prosciutto wrapped, crab-stuffed, trout was uh.ma.zing and eating at the White Dog is like having dinner in a cozy kitchen straight off the pages of my girl Martha's magazine. And as I was eating up both the atmosphere and the food, I kept thinking to myself, "I am just so lucky." On my right at the table was a sister who doubles as a best friend, without whom I think I would feel like my left leg was cut off. And across sat two little brothers who, in the blink of an eye, have become men who open doors for their sisters and order beers at the dinner table. And to my left were parents who support us and love us and make us laugh. Yeah, I'd say we're doing alright.
And though tomorrow morning is the real deal and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited for some Christmas loot, right now I am content just being around my people and soaking up all that this holiday stands for. Touche, Christmas, not even here yet and you've done it again.
Wishing you lots of love this Christmas and the chance to step back and really notice all of the ways that we are so very blessed.