Merry Christmas, friends!
Today is a beautiful day. It is the day we celebrate the birth of our Lord Jesus Christ’s birth, the day He came down to Heaven and humbled himself by becoming a man, which in and of itself shows how much He loves us.
Yesterday, my wonderful husband Ian was on duty (he is in the Navy), so I was home alone. I just kind of chilled out all day, because it was Christmas Eve, we are trying to save money, and I really didn’t want to go to my first Christmas service as a married woman, alone. How pathetic is that? So instead I stayed home, read my boring book (yes, I am still reading it for goodness’ sake!), and watched “How I Met Your Mother” on Netflix. It was pretty enjoyable. It was also the weirdest Christmas Eve I’ve ever had. And maybe the loneliest. My neighbors decided to have a Christmas party, apparently. They were up until about 4 in the morning (I know this because they kept me awake until 4am as well). I would have gone downstairs and told them to shut the heck up, but hey, it’s Christmas. I can’t blame them for having a party on a Saturday night. And really, it’s not their fault the walls are paper thin.
I desperately wanted snow this year. It’s my first Christmas away from home in Spokane, Washington. I was surrounded by some of the most elegant mountains in the entire world and I got snow every year, without fail. I definitely took it for granted. So this year I’m living in Virginia, where I could only dream of pretty mountains and cool, crisp air stinging my lungs. What they think is cold here is pretty sad. 50 degrees? 40? Sorry, boys, that counts as sweater weather – it does not call for parkas and full ski masks. So anyways, I was praying for snow all year long, but it looks like that particular wish is not coming true. It could be a blessing in disguise though, because it starts raining too hard and these people start running around like chickens with their heads cut off. I could’ve gotten killed. Pathetic.
Despite the lack of snow, however, I have had a wonderful first married Christmas. I woke up to Ian walking in the door from work. That in and of itself is really nice. He always has a big grin on his face when I first wake up. He says “the lion ate my wife!” because of how silly my hair always looks. haha. :) Anyways, then we opened gifts, which was a huge blessing because they were from my parents. Ian and I didn’t really get each other gifts this year because we bought plane tickets to California instead. So that was so nice to be able to open stuff. (Shout out: Thanks mom and dad – you’re the best!) (Yes, my mom and dad read my blog. Shush.)
We went to church this morning as well. On the way, we stopped by Starbucks. Now let me just say something: Starbucks should NOT be open on Christmas. Personal opinion. However if they are going to be open I might as well go in and make it worth their time. Also I ran into a guy who looked at first glance like Alec Baldwin. I informed him that I thought so, and he said thanks and that he gets that a lot. I think I might have made his day.
On to church. It was lovely. We go to a small Foursquare Community Church, so it was a really cute little service. Some A Capella Christmas hymns, the reading of the Christmas story with all the little kiddies sitting around the reader, and some highlights of the Christmas story to take home with us and apply to our daily lives.
Now we’re relaxing a bit, and then we are going to the new Mission Impossible movie with a gift card we got from my parents! No time like the present. :) I’m not so sure about this movie though – Tom Cruise is getting kind of old…ever heard of kicking a dead horse? Hmph. We will see. Anyways, despite it being the warmest Christmas I have ever experienced, at 56 degrees, it is bound to be pretty up there on my favorites list.
And I’m still going to pray for snow…
“Dear Jesus, Let it snow, Let it snow, Let it snow…”