Christmas Thanks

I have been reading about other people's Christmas memories; they all have been bringing such a smile to my face. I consider myself very blessed. Christmas has always been a wonderful time for me, both growing up and now. I can honestly say that I have never been disappointed...EVER. So first, I would like to thank my mom and dad for always providing a fantastic Christmas. I am not just talking about the gifts (which for the record, Santa always seemed to bring me exactly what I wanted) or the stockings (which Santa is also great at filling, even thought this year he is taking a hiatus), I am talking about having a family. People who love you no matter what, being there for you, providing for your needs and wants. I have been lucky enough to go from my parents to Jimmy. He gives me a hard time A LOT of about the differences between wants and needs, we have a lot of compromise, but he always provides. I would like to thank him for being him. I was reading my friend Shelly's blog and she has similar feelings for her husband that I do mine. He is a terrific Dad and we are ALL so blessed to have him in our lives. It's funny, the man could not be more my opposite on some many things, but at the same time could not be more me on the important things. I guess that is what counts. I worry about the everyday and he worries about the future and somewhere we meet in the middle:)!

My mom, as great as she is, did not keep all of our stuff from when we were little. I do want to share one Christmas story. It was a year where Christmas was on a Friday and we had the week before Christmas off. I am guessing I was in 6th grade???, Jodi and I started to "look" under the tree at the presents. Well, one thing leads to another with two very noisy girls and we realize that we have the same shaped gifts...boxes are so the way to go people:)! Not only do we have the same shaped gift, my dad does too. What in the world could we possibly have the same as my dad?? Two girls alone, all day, let me tell you, we found out. Nothing a butter knife can't fix. We carefully slit the tape and ever so carefully got out the gift. Gift, so not the right word, a gift is something cool, heart felt, wanted by the recipient, this, this was different, THIS WAS A BELT HOLDER. Yes, a belt holder that hung on your closet rod. Not the most practical really, you had to remove all the belts to get to the belt you wanted, but in it's defense, it did hold a lot of belts!!! It was such a let down that we decided to open just one more to finish on a happy note! Well, one turned into two and two into three...you get the point. I have to say it was one of the "worst" Christmases. I really shouldn't say "worst", there were still some surprises, but I will tell you, I SO learned my lesson. I am not a big sneaker to this day.
So all of you lovely bloggers out there, NO SNOOPING!!! You might end up with a belt holder and nothing else:)!!! Where if you keep your excitement and wait, Santa may bring you that hard and long sought after Cabbage Patch kid that no one could find anywhere, but Santa managed. I must say, I gave Geoffrey a great life. He went everywhere with me. Thanks Santa for all you did and still do...both as a girl and boy Santa!!!