It’s stupidly cheesy but y’all have to remember that I’m a chick and prone to cheesiness and mushygushyness. Rarely, but it happens.
I am thankful that this year, the Fireman will be home with me. Not in Texas, not 1000 miles away, not a 10 minute a week phone call away. I am so happy that for the first time, we will actually be able to spend the holidays together. Plus I’ll be warm at night. Sorry Mom, I didn’t mean to make you puke in your mouth (Nah, I totally did).
A very Merry Christmas, indeed!