We had a beautiful Christmas in our little home. We've celebrated two lovely Christmases together in our humble abode and this was to be our last year in what has come to be known as "home." The feeling was surreal, magical, and short-lived. Just the way I like sentimental moments. ha! I jest. 

I really wish that I could have bottled up the moments that the hubby and I shared as we listened to his new record player and talked about the things we were most proud of this past year. It seemed as though time stood still and that we had entered into some sort of space in which only our emotions mattered and we were free to just talk and reminisce. If ever I had wished for a flight to be delayed, this was the night.

Our Christmas was on a Saturday night, a solid week before Christmas eve and we had to wake up the following morning by 4:30 in order to make it to Salt Lake for our flight (or should I say pl-ight) back to Philadelphia to see my family for Christmas. It's hard to express the feelings I had about leaving our quaint Christmas set-up so abruptly to return home but it was a mix between a yearning of wanting to stay in the Christmas spirit with our little family just a little longer and an eagerness to get to my family to start the celebration of Christmas with them. I couldn't have had a better Christmas with my hubby. He knows me all too well and I relish in our simple Christmases together because one day we won't have as much time to enjoy the look on each other's faces as we open the gifts we picked for one another. I'm grateful for these first Christmases together and look forward to future Christmases of law school and little/growing families. We are so blessed and that's what Christmas is really about. 

We had a beautiful Christmas in our little home. We've celebrated two lovely Christmases together in our humble abode and this was to be our last year in what has come to be known as "home." The feeling was surreal, magical, and short-lived. Just the way I like sentimental moments. ha! I jest. 

I really wish that I could have bottled up the moments that the hubby and I shared as we listened to his new record player and talked about the things we were most proud of this past year. It seemed as though time stood still and that we had entered into some sort of space in which only our emotions mattered and we were free to just talk and reminisce. If ever I had wished for a flight to be delayed, this was the night.

Our Christmas was on a Saturday night, a solid week before Christmas eve and we had to wake up the following morning by 4:30 in order to make it to Salt Lake for our flight (or should I say pl-ight) back to Philadelphia to see my family for Christmas. It's hard to express the feelings I had about leaving our quaint Christmas set-up so abruptly to return home but it was a mix between a yearning of wanting to stay in the Christmas spirit with our little family just a little longer and an eagerness to get to my family to start the celebration of Christmas with them. I couldn't have had a better Christmas with my hubby. He knows me all too well and I relish in our simple Christmases together because one day we won't have as much time to enjoy the look on each other's faces as we open the gifts we picked for one another. I'm grateful for these first Christmases together and look forward to future Christmases of law school and little/growing families. We are so blessed and that's what Christmas is really about.