I feel like a kid this morning. Up late wrapping a few gifts, adjusting lights on trees, cleaning up a few boxes. A long-standing tradition of being up late on Christmas Eve and morning. I’ll go back to bed in a short bit for some rest. But as that time nears I realize the longing for my young children to run out of their rooms is past. All I have are the memories and photos.
Don’t get me wrong, those memories bring a smile to my face each time and always will. The kind you even take with you someday. But I really miss those huge smiles of true anticipation and excitement, now that they are grown and have their own family started now.
So I’m going to bed with the memory of hearing their voices, wondering if were awake, sneaking out to take peeks at the gifts. My better half and I giggling at them trying to be quiet. Or the early days when they would come bouncing on hour bed telling us Santa had come and we needed to get up NOW.
Wow, how fast time passes.