It was our first Christmas morning together. We were in Seattle, where my husband, Craig, was a rookie for the Seattle Seahawks, thousands of miles away from both of our families. There had always been something magical for me about Christmas mornings. The smells of bacon sizzling, and cinnamon rolls right out of the oven. The bows and bright wrapping on the presents peaking out from under the Christmas tree. So on our first Christmas morning together, he and I awoke early to the memories of our individual Christmas pasts. As we held hands and headed to the living room of our rented apartment, the reality of our Christmas morning together seemed to hit us at the same time: No breakfast was cooking. No stockings were stuffed with surprises nor were presents peaking out from under the tree. We didn’t even have a tree.
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Establishing Home Field Advantage for the Holidays
It was our first Christmas morning together. We were in Seattle, where my husband, Craig, was a rookie for the Seattle Seahawks, thousands of miles away from both of our families. There had always been something magical for me about Christmas mornings. The smells of bacon sizzling, and cinnamon rolls right out of the oven. The bows and bright wrapping on the presents peaking out from under the Christmas tree. So on our first Christmas morning together, he and I awoke early to the memories of our individual Christmas pasts. As we held hands and headed to the living room of our rented apartment, the reality of our Christmas morning together seemed to hit us at the same time: No breakfast was cooking. No stockings were stuffed with surprises nor were presents peaking out from under the tree. We didn’t even have a tree.
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