I love the holidays. The time between Halloween and Christmas is my favorite time of year. Some of my most fond childhood memories are from Christmas. Coming down the stairs on Christmas morning, seeing the lights twinkling in the tree, the stockings meticulously stuffed and all the gifts just waiting, having all the family around, and all the traditions built over the years.
I very much looked forward to sharing my holiday cheer with Miller. Awaiting that joy of Christmas morning with him, making cookies, visiting Santa...however, none of those things are happening. Miller has no idea what is going on. It's just another day, another month. He has noticed the Christmas lights, but to him, they are just flashing bulbs. I'm trying not to let all this get me down, but it's hard watching all the other children's excitement. Maybe things will click next year, but you never know.
