a poopyhead christmas.

christmas was beautiful! seriously in love with the holiday.

i felt older this christmas, like it wasn't all about me and that felt suprisingly good. i realized that i don't want as much anymore, so i don't need as many presents underneath the tree. i get bigger more important things and presents are about quality not quantity. i'm not going to lie and say that there wasn't some jealousy as ethan, ruthie, and christian sat eagerly at the top of the stairs waiting to go down and see what santa brought them and all i wanted to do was sleep another 4 hours. (they woke us up at 7:30) i miss the excitement that comes with childhood and truly believing in santa, but christmas is still beautiful all the same. it was bittersweet, because it's most likely the last christmas that we will spend with my papa, my mom's dad, but we made the most of it.