The Great Years

So many parents look forward to their children growing up. They look forward to being able to play catch with their son or shopping for a prom dress with their daughter. They look forward to seeing their child succeed in school and walk across the stage at graduation. But not me.

Don't get me wrong. I look forward to these milestones, but I am in no hurry for my little boy to grow up. Tonight, we sat on the couch and watched the cartoon version of "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" together. He'd look at me and smile at certain parts saying "funny" and pointing. During the commercials, he'd put his head on my chest and say "I lub you, Mommy." I know that I only have a few years of cuddling on the couch, and I just can't imagine a time where I don't come home from work, grab my son and a blanket, and lie on the couch watching some sort of kid show.

I hope these years go slowly, because moments like these make my life worth living.

The Best Time of Year

I love this time of year. Honestly, I absolutely ADORE this time of year. The beautiful lights everywhere, the snow falling softly, warm fires, decorating Christmas trees, and watching little children find the magic of the season.

My son loves his Advent calendar that his Nana and Papa bought him. Though he doesn't understand the meaning of it, he loves opening a new door each day and pulling out an animal, a star, or an angel to place on the magnetic scene. He is also very excited to see all the lights on the Christmas tree and the houses in the neighborhood.

This time of year always makes me feel so warm and fuzzy inside. The season is all about love and magic. It's a time to have fun with friends and family, and to just experience the wonder of life. It's a time that we as adults can revert back to childhood through our own little ones, watching them learn about the wondrous idea of Santa Claus (no matter how afraid of him they are).

I really can't understand why some are so humbug about Christmas. Who doesn't love feeling this way?