Someone asked me this morning if I was ready for Christmas and my answer was truthful.
“As ready as I’ll ever be. It’s just a day. After all, it should be Christmas every day.”
For the first time in my life, I will not be with my children during the holiday season.
It’s difficult to think of my babies without me on Christmas, but then I am reminded the first year I didn’t make it to Kentucky to spend Christmas with my parents.
Is this what they felt?