I should move on...
It’s January and you’ve all moved on from Christmas. Our tree was packed up the earliest it’s ever been (to prevent a certain crawling human from eating the decorations) and the ginger bread (vegan style) have all been eaten. I should have moved on too but I can’t get over the excitement that was Hunter’s first Christmas.
I’ve always loved December. The carols, the lights, the time spent with family and friends. This year it was all magnified and I didn’t see it coming. I knew it would be fun having a baby around this time of year but I didn’t expect to feel so overwhelmed by it all. It was truly magic. The day after our first Christmas event with friends I just sat on the couch and cried while he slept on me. It was being surrounded by people I love dearly and seeing them show that same affection for Hunter that affected me. Moments like these make me realise how much love surrounds him everyday.
Christmas morning finally came and he woke up at 5am. We seized the moment and did presents right away- the happy moods can change pretty quickly when you’re 7 months old. It was such a special moment. Shadow joined in on the fun too. We have never gone over board on presents, one or two gifts for each other and it was no different for Hunter. This year we simply wrapped up what he needed - he didn't know any different. I love giving and receiving gifts on Christmas but I love the company of my friends and family more. I would like Hunter to associate this time of year with more than just gifts... eventually he will understand it's about more than just gifts. People weren't wrong when they said the wrapping paper was going to be the number one hit anyway. He spent a decent hour of his morning surrounded by wrapping. He just took it all in, the colour, the presents, the music - he loved every second of it.
To my excitement Hunter was awake and happy when lunch and dinner were served with our families. I love it when he is a part of meal times. I'm sure the screams of delight coming from the high chair really made everyone else's meal a joy as well...he'll eventually learn not to yell at the table but for now he's just joining in on the conversation. He eats what we eat and always has so he received some delicious festive food. It was so wonderful to see him joining in on the Christmas meal.
I'm not wishing away the days with him, but I can't wait until he is old enough to count down the days until Christmas morning, or until he sings the carols with me and helps to prepare Christmas treats to share with friends and family. I'm sure in the blink of an eye it will be December again, so I should probably stop looking back over Christmas photos and move into the New Year.