It’s NOT a White Christmas

Christmas has come and gone like it does every year, but for some reason, this year didn’t feel like Christmas. I played in church. I visited the in-laws. I gave presents. I received presents.

I think a big part of it has been the fact that it’s been unseasonably warm this year. However, it could also be because we’re staying at my parents house, or because I’m now playing the dad roll. Either way, everything just felt different.

Amanda gave me a coffee mug decorated with pictures of our first two years of marriage and the most comfortable pair of pajama pants I have ever owned. The coffee mug is ridiculously awesome and I think I’ve only taken the pajama pants off twice to shower. Neither gift was a video game or concert ticket, but yet I didn’t care. I even wore the pajama pants when we went to see the Girl with the Dragon Tattoo last night and let me tell you, I’m ALWAYS going scrubby to the movies from now on.

Growing up has made me realize a lot of things, but most importantly, I feel like I’m able to recognize and be thankful for the little things.