In the nine years that Paul and I have been married, we've never had a Christmas that was just the two of us. That was by choice. We'd never felt the need to create our own traditions when we had so many already in place with our individual families. Christmas was always spent with one of our immediate families; usually, both.
But along comes Edith and, one month later, our first Christmas alone as a couple and as a family. We've all heard that Christmas is really for the kids, but with an infant that's not really the case. (Edith -- usually such a happy baby! -- cried pretty much the entire time we opened presents.) Most of what Paul and I did on Christmas really was for us.
The day started when Paul made sausage gravy and biscuits just like his family always does. It ended when Edith went to bed about 8:30 and Paul and I ate our special Christmas meal of ham, scalloped potatoes, green beans and apple pie while watching "It's a Wonderful Life."
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| Presents from Mommy and Daddy |
We'd spent one previous New Year's Eve in New York. Watching the ball drop in person has never been a serious consideration for us, and the one time we were here instead of Ohio we spent at a bar or two. Not really an option this year.
We spent the day in. I read; Paul watched a movie. We switched the channel to see the ball drop a couple of minutes before midnight. I was feeding Edith as the countdown began, so we truly rang in the new year as a family of three.
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