It's Christmas Eve and my family is almost asleep. I hear J snoring in the bedroom, and H is trying to get to sleep. She's 14, so there are no "Santa" jobs to do now...it's all wrapped and under the tree. I took the stockings to my closet where I had stashed the stocking stuff. I put it all together and put the stuffed stockings on the hearth, where I'm praying the dog doesn't decide to explore before we get to them in the morning.
I'm so tired I can't believe I'm sitting here, but for some reason I can't make myself go to sleep yet. I've been thinking about how lucky we are. Tonight we had our Christmas Eve dinner with J's mom and her husband, J's dad and his wife, and my mom and dad. My Jewish in-laws are so cool that they always go to candlelight church with us, and then we come here for dinner. It's actually my favorite family time of the whole year. I know a lot of divorced families have troubles this time of year, but we're so fortunate that they can all be together and it's relaxing and enjoyable. H loves it...all her grandparents together in the same place.
Dinner was great. J didn't burn the tenderloin, and everyone pitched in to cook and help clean so it was very easy.
After all the hustle and bustle of getting everything ready for Christmas, it is SO nice to just sit back and enjoy family. Tomorrow will be fun, too. H is excited, not only for her presents, but to see people open the gifts she picked out and purchased all by herself.
Life's good, and I just want to say, for the record, that I appreciate it all.