A Hartley Christmas
For those of you who travel, I'm sure you understand- holidays can feel a little less holiday-ish as you spend so much time in the car visiting house to house and never really relaxing. That's how our holidays tend to be. A rush, a blur of people and hugs and noise and chaos. It's stressful and you find yourself needing a holiday from your holiday.
But this year we changed things up a bit. Instead of going "home" to our families for Christmas Eve, we stayed in our own home. We put our Christmas jammies on early on Christmas Eve, we settled in with a bowl of popcorn (that Henry ate most of), and we watched a movie as a family. And then once he was in bed, B and I watched Love Actually and talked. And it was the most relaxed Christmas Eve I can remember.
We got to wake up on Christmas morning in our own house with our own tree (also something I can't remember the last time I did) and we got to enjoy some time as a family of three. We opened presents and laughed at Henry's excitement over his new books (he refused to open any other books until he finished "reading" the ones he had just gotten), and B cooked us breakfast while I put toys together. And then we packed and headed to our families. As the rest of the weekend was a bit of a blur with visits and more gifts for Henry, I was able to cling to those quiet moments that we had shared just the three of us on Christmas morning. It was exactly what my soul needed.