After Harper’s orthodontist appointment this morning, the girls and I met my mom for lunch. On the drive to the restaurant, we listened to Christmas music.
At the restaurant (Freddy’s if you’re nasty) I ate a veggie burger wrapped in lettuce and it was definitely the right choice.
After we ate, we went to a store down the road and suddenly it WAS Christmas and so many people (not you, of course) are yelling about how it’s too early and it’s not even Halloween yet, but you know what? I would celebrate Christmas every day of the year if I could. (Clarification: Not the gift thing, but the feel of it all. The smells. Getting up at 5 in the morning to light the tree and drink coffee with the dogs before the craziness begins.)
Side story: Two years ago I got up at 5 and made coffee. While I was turning on the tree (maybe by dancing provocatively, but probably by pressing the light button), Henry jumped onto the couch and took a drink of my coffee. Instead of getting up to pour another cup, I decided to take a deep breath and just pretend it never happened.