I’m not super great at writing on cue. I’m not going to promise to post daily, or even weekly for that matter. This past week, after starting all this craziness, every time I think about writing, I get really nervous. Add to that the fact that I’ve actually had a couple of visitors to my page, and my anxiety takes over; I have no idea what to write about.

In keeping with the “my sweet husband” theme [I’m probably going to talk about him a lot on here, I kind of think he’s great], I thought I would publish the first thing I actually typed out on my phone with the slight intention of doing something with. It was before last Christmas, and I was overwhelmed with all sorts of emotions: baby girl was going to be one soon, we were working on weaning from breastfeeding, the holiday season stresses and obligations, etc. I was laying in the bed and typed this out:

“I’ve been thinking back so much lately to last year, when we were eagerly awaiting the arrival of a baby we were actually terrified to meet. I was working SO MUCH, and we had barely moved into this house that was a torn apart wreck. One day, I worked for hours – like a ten hour day on my feet in a nasty house, getting ready for some auction. I was so exhausted driving home that I didn’t know whether I wanted to cry or just fall asleep. I pulled around the corner in our subdivision and saw that [hubby] had put up the outside Christmas lights. They were turned on and beautiful, and it instantly made everything better. Inside, he had set up the tree as well, so all we had to do was decorate it. Pregnancy hormones and exhaustion probably took over at that point. He knows exactly what I need ❤

Also thinking back on last year, I just remembered something else. After we decorated the tree we sat the little elf that used to be granny’s in the window. The living room was still a huge mess at that point, tools and paint everywhere, so we moved stuff around a lot. The next day, the elf was moved, but I wasn’t sure when it happened, and I just figured he was doing something and moved it out of the way. The next day, [hubby’s grandmother] had come over at some point, and after that I noticed that the elf had moved again. I just assumed that she had picked it up and put it down somewhere else, I still didn’t think much of it. The next morning, the elf was in a completely different room, and I got suspicious. I texted him and asked if he had been moving the elf. He acted totally surprised and denied having done any such thing. Every day after that, the elf was in a new place when I got up every morning. The fact that he took the time each morning before he left for work to move that elf, just to make me smile, is one of the best examples of how sweet and thoughtful my husband really is. I love him so very much.”

A little backstory for those who don’t know us – we moved into my granny’s old house while I was pregnant with baby girl and have been fixing it up pretty much ever since. It looks a lot different than it used to (thank goodness, because I used to not be able to walk in without crying), but every now and then I still get emotional about an item that used to be hers or a familiar smell. The elf I’m talking about always used to sit in a coffee can that someone had crocheted a stocking for on my granny’s hearth at Christmastime. It was really old when I was a kid, so I have no idea how old it is, but I like to call it the original elf on the shelf. It’s really old.

Anyway, basically, my husband is great and I’m really sentimental. Also, my love of Christmas is present all year and I don’t apologize for it. It’s only almost May and I’m SO ready for cooler weather again. Yeah… how do you end these things again? I’m so awkward.