Just about every Morning some where between 5:30 AM and 6:30 AM Chancee comes and crawls into bed with me. He snuggles down in works his feet in between my knees and goes back to sleep for another half hour or so. When he wakes up he turns to me and whispers
"Mom, It's Me Chance Kirk Brian"
Well, That has suddenly Changed. He still comes in every morning, climbs into bed, and positions his ice cold little feet into the warmest spot he can find, but instead of saying
"Mom, It's me Chance Kirk Brian" When he wakes up. He rolls over, stiffens, looks up at me with wide open eyes and says excitedly
"It's almost Christmas!!!"
I'm not sure why but for some reason this is creating a panicky feeling somewhere deep down.
Don't get me wrong, I LOVE Christmas, always have, but for heaven sakes, It isn't even Thanksgiving yet.
Oh, to be young and excited again with out all the cutsie neighbor gifts to come up with, or the clever, yet inexpensive family gifts, etc. etc. etc. Aw, but I don't believe I'd ever give up Christmas just because of that. I mean after all
IT"S ALMOST CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!