Good afternoon readers.
I am finally here, settled in with a wine slushie and ready to talk about everything. I had every intention of sharing something cozy right after Thanksgiving but the kitchen did not let me go. Cooking took the entire day. I was stirring pots, checking the oven, tasting gravy, refilling wine and smiling at the sound of everyone talking over each other. I love hosting holiday dinners. I love cooking and plating food and watching everyone’s faces relax after the first bite. I definitely made too much food but leftovers are their own kind of magic.
I did not make it back here the day after either because we decided to drive two hours out to the outlets for the big sales. It turned into a full day ordeal. We stood in lines forever. Black Friday can be fun for about the first hour but then it is like every store suddenly becomes the busiest place on earth. Still I need my deals so I powered through with coffee and a mission. I hope all of you had a happy Thanksgiving and ate well and laughed loudly and felt warm.
Now that the turkey is behind us Christmas starts.
Lights, peppermint, movie nights, wrapping paper and carols that have lived in my head since childhood.
This afternoon we ran to Walmart to see what was left of the sales and I finally grabbed the Ninja slushie maker I have been eyeing forever. My Mr. and I also picked out toys and gifts for the kids and teens to donate to the children’s hospital because every child deserves holiday magic. We grabbed lunch at our usual spot afterwards and I came home feeling full and soft around the edges.
We set up our Christmas tree, and we are unwinding side by side while he has his football on the TV and I have Friends playing quietly on my laptop beside the glow of the tree.
House things are on pause. Our realtor is away, documents are in limbo and I could not explain half of them if I tried. Buying a home is a slow climb and the holidays stretch everything further. I just want to move in and decorate rooms that finally belong to us.
So much is ahead. Christmas. A fresh year. A move we have dreamed about. I will be turning twenty five too, and birthdays feel like tiny celebrations of becoming.
So here we are:
One Thanksgiving that took every hour but gave even more back.
One marathon shopping day filled with noise, coffee and determination.
One slushie maker that turns a simple glass of wine into something fun and glittery.
Another evening beneath white lights, football and warm leftovers.
And me writing late, grateful, content and excited for what comes next.
