For years, I haven’t been able to get into the Christmas spirit. Buying unnecessary presents for people who would probably rather just have the cash. Being forced to listen to Christmas carols on every single radio station. Feeling pressure to bake cookies and participate in other wholesome activities when what I really want to do is put my feet up. Even putting up the Christmas tree has felt like work.
But this year, everything is new and shiny again. I’m excited to buy gifts for Simon. I sing along to Christmas carols (and enjoy it!) because I want them to be a part of his childhood. I proudly showed Simon his very first Christmas tree, and took the spit up on my shirt as a sign that he shared my excitement. I’m looking forward to a tree covered in pipe cleaner ornaments and my little guy waking me up at 2am to open gifts. I can’t wait to share him with his family this Christmas season.
And what happened then…?
Well… in Who-ville they say
That the Grinch’s small heart
Grew three sizes that day!
These family photos were taken when Simon was 8 weeks old. He screamed throughout the photo session, and these were the only shots that didn’t make us look like terrible parents.
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Lori, what a nice story to share. So true, how a beautiful little baby boy can change the outlook on what’s to come in life. All the bugging I took for bringing out the ornaments the boys made and “why would you keep that?” Well Jeremy, now you will understand, when you made your partridge in the pear tree, you were in Kindergarten and so proud that you created it. When you were little and I put it out, you would just grin..as you got older you just groaned..when you left home, I would put it out and all my memories of you would make me smile, now I gave it back to you to start your own stories to tell Simon, of yes..you were the “miracle Baby” and you were a “talented artist” in kindergarten. Merry Christmas..Lori & Jeremy & Simon..Love Gramma & Grampa Eggo ooxx