It seems that every single December sneaks up on me. Here we are, just plugging along, living life, going on adventures, experiencing the seasons and then BLAMO! It's Christmas!
Christmas completely and utterly stresses me out. I have panic attacks and cry. I miss my grandma's and strive to find their presence in all that I do, just to know, that they know, I'm trying.
The actual day of Christmas is a blur. It is never as stressful as I think it's going to be and I do manage to find joy in watching my children's overwhelming excitement for all things wrapped (and not) in flimsy holiday paper. We rush and rush and rush and then it all just comes crashing down.
Christmas should be the end of the year. We should wake up the next day and ring in the new year all at once. These days between December 25 and January 1 are just a jumble of sugar and chaos and trying to figure out what to do with ourselves every single day.
Today though, is my super cool brother's birthday. He is 21 today. Holy cow. To celebrate, we are all going bowling (the Bing-Bings, the parental units and my family of 5), and eating lots of french fries, which is a pretty good way to celebrate the birthday of the one we love when he isn't here. Because, if he was here, we'd probably be doing the same thing.
I'm excited for what the new year holds, what it will bring, and the adventures we will take both near and far. I'm excited for my children to continue to grow and learn and be the great kids that they are. I'm excited to get out of my 13th year of marriage and move on to the 14th, because the 13th has been a little stressful, to tell you the truth. I'm excited to take more pictures, have new experiences, and maybe even go on an actual "date" or two with my husband, sans children. I heard those things exist, but haven't been on one in so long I'm not sure I remember what to do.
All that being said, here is a quick slide show tribute to our 2015, may it rest in peace. It seems that every year, my boys and I adopt a song. One that's easy on the ears and can be wildly danced to in the kitchen (or the car, or anywhere else for that matter.) Walk the Moon's, "Shut Up and Dance" seemed to fit the bill this year - and is probably one of the first songs we will have that Uncle of ours listen to as part of his missionary de-programming in two short months.
Happy New Year. Bring on 2016.