That's what I used to call today when I was little. It was the third most exciting day of the year, in my mind. Christmas day 1st, Christmas Eve 2nd, and Christmas Eve Eve third. Then when I got in junior high and wanted to pretend that I knew about numbers and hadn't failed pre-algebra, I liked to think of today as Christmas Eve squared. Pretty smart, huh? Bet you've never thought of that one. I was quite the trendsetter in junior high, I tell you what.
So this morning my Christmas spirit returned. I have been the beneficiary of the charity and generosity of one of my favorite people in the world: Melanie Willis. She has taken me and my kids under her wing, so to speak, and invited us to her house for Christmas. See, this is what I love about Melanie. Other people might be hesitant to invite others over for Christmas Eve, because it's mostly a "family time." But she was so kind about it that I didn't feel overbearing saying yes. We're even sleeping over there! Can you believe how sweet she is to let me do that? She understands that I didn't want to be home alone on this most important eve of the year. Even though I don't have family near by, Melanie is as close as it gets to family. I love her with my whole heart for making me feel so welcome in her home for this holiday. Thank you, thank you, thank you with all my soul, Melanie. You'll never know what a difference you've made.
With a celebration in the works and tradition returning to my life, I am filled with excitement for Christmas again. I braved the Walmart crowds to shop, both for my feast tomorrow with the Willises and my feast with my love when he returns. I am planning to make a yummy salad and brownies tomorrow and spend the day hanging out and letting the kids play with little Mattie. We will act out the nativity scene and open pajamas - thank heavens for common traditions! Then I will snuggle up with my babes for some Christmas sleep, and then in the morning open one or two presents. Then, HOPEFULLY Andrew will come home sometime Christmas Day. That night we will do it all over again, but then Santa will come. Don't worry - I sent him a memo to please delay our gifts one night. He was pretty happy to oblige - one less house to worry about. So instead of getting gipped of Christmas like I felt before, I am actually getting two Christmases. One with my pretty-much-family and one with my family. I am the luckiest girl in the world.