Is it sad that for all the depression, all the complaining I did, all the wishing I did that winter would be over and spring would get here, that I now wish Christmas were closer? I've been in a little bit of a funk for the past couple of days, and right now I'm thinking that lights, presents under the tree, and garland is just what I need. I'm thinking beautiful snow, hot chocolate and TV specials would be perfect. Of course, I could just be wishing for Christmas because I know all the morning sickness, headaches, and heartburn will be over by then, and I can torture my little one by burning out her retinas with ceaseless camera flashes. I also wouldn't mind it being fall. I guess I really just like the end of the year better.
The problem is, I know that in my mind I often get so excited about an upcoming event that when it happens I'm disappointed because it doesn't live up to the hype. So perhaps wanting Christmas to come really isn't the issue. It could be that I miss everyone. Christmas has always meant family and friends to me, so maybe I'm just wishing I could see everybody. I have been feeling alone for a few days now. Niel and I haven't spent that much time together because of his work schedule. I gotta admit, I can't wait to see you guys in July.