Christmas(es) through the Years
Hello readers! For today's #Blogmas post, I have decided to share some Christmases throughout the past years. Some are, of course, wonderful, and some bring me down with my heavy heart.
Let's start with a cheery one! I believe it was Christmas 1996. It was my sister's 3rd Christmas. She had been walking and talking for quite some time now. One of these years, Jerome and I were gifted with the original GameBoys. My mother still has mine somewhere back home. I remember being so excited to have been given the same gift as my 15 year old brother. Also, this too must have been the year that my parents began gifting me with Barbie nightgowns and one to match for my favorite Barbie doll (at the time).
**If I do happen to find pics of this Christmas, I promise to upload them and add them to this post.**
Last Christmas was quite the memorable one as my husband and I had just found out that we were due to have a baby the following year. I believe it was the 21st or 22nd. I came straight to work (got in trouble and talked to that under NO circumstances do Doctor's notes excuse my tardiness/absence.) and was nervous the rest of my shift. Must've actually went home first, because I distinctly remember being home at around 4:00pm that same day and getting a call from the clinic. I dreaded the worst. That I was about to be told that for some reason or another, that I can't have kids.
The call was to inform us that we were in fact, pregnant!
With Christmas Eve being just around the corner, I planned to tell family then. But, I couldn't help myself, so, at work, I texted my sister saying that we found out that we are pregnant. She came back with the same news. Our due dates wound up being 6 weeks apart. My best friend had called me later on my lunch break. I told her in the utmost confidence that she would not breathe a word to her mother before I could. She told. As I was texting my sister, I accidentally texted my mom about being pregnant. She had only just found out about Chelle. Now, she knew that both her daughters were pregnant. My dad actually found out about me, for real, when Tory's mom showed up with her annual Christmas cream puffs. She congratulated him on being a grandpa again. Oops.
He played dumb when I told him through Christmas presents. Then came time for Chelle to tell. He was not expecting a double whammy. Got that all on camera btw!
The saddest Christmas I have ever lived through was Christmas 2008. We had just lost our beloved grandpa Leighton in September. My brother was gravely ill with cancer. On the 5th, they told us they have done all that they can do. That was it. He was given 2 months to live. He withered right before our eyes. He made it to Christmas.
This Christmas is very special. It is our first one as a family of 4. We have since added a baby and a puppy to our loving family.