You guys. I decorated for Christmas and put up our tree before Thanksgiving. I know. I don't even know who I am anymore. But in a good way.
I still miss my Dad and it's so hard to believe it's been almost 16 years without him. But experiencing Christmas through my daughter's eyes is so healing for me. She loves the lights! She dances to the music! She'll probably cry on Santa's lap but that's beside the point. She is happiness and magic and everything that is right in the world.
It's hard to be sad with her around, but it's nearly impossible to be consumed by it. I'm so excited about this Christmas! Genuinely. And it feels good.
Happy December, friends!