Christmas Eve in Texas means blustery wind blowing hair into my eyes, impromptu trips to Target (We’re that brave.), Sonic drink stops, and last minute package decorating sessions. It’s pausing to chat only to learn that we’re all enamored with The Crown. Quelle surprise! It’s walking past a decorated table a thousand times; then at one thousand and one, noticing the care my mother has taken to craft a perfect vignette—tiny houses, tiny trees, tiny people with tiny coats. I needed to notice. It’s lovely. Almost perfect. Then in the next moment feeling grateful that to God, we’re not tiny people with tiny coats. For a while, He came to live among us. He became our size and shape. Jesus is Emmanuel, God with us.
That’s Christmas Eve to me, and I wish you a merry one full of meaning.
Little darling, it’s been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
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It’s our wedding day, and Craig shows up at the church to check on me before the ceremony. We stand at the back of the sanctuary and hug and talk and act normal. I need him, and he’s there.
And all that superstition about not seeing each other on the wedding day, it’s a load of nothing (I would say “hooey”, but I don’t know how to spell it.).
We’re newly married. Craig thinks it would be funny to come home from work every Friday and, in the middle of changing from his work clothes, pretend he’s completely ready to exit the house for a night out or whatever. Like the Emperor’s New Clothes, I guess. I can’t help but laugh and be exasperated at the same time. Finally, I’m done, and while he is clothed only in his skivvies, proceed to get a death grip on his hand and try with all my might to pull him out the back door where we park our car and, in general, exit the house.
We don’t make it out the door, but he never does it again.
We’re driving around north Dallas and must be delirious because we make up the most ridiculous terms of endearment we can possibly imagine and continue to call each other by them for the next several months.
Upon finding out I was pregnant with a girl, Craig asks, “What are we going to do with a girl?”
Upon finding out I was pregnant with a boy, Craig asks, “What are we going to do with a boy?”
I think he more likely means to say, “After seven plus years of marriage, what are we going to do with a baby?”
I’m a little unsure about it myself, so I laugh a weak laugh and don’t answer.
While in labor with Super Girl and about to receive my epidural (Whew!), Craig explains to me why they’re asking me to bend my back like a mad cat.
I thought they were saying mad cap. I have no idea what they’re talking about but after thirty plus hours of labor….
We pack up everything and move north.
Snow, snow, snow.
We’re trudging up a hill at Murray Hill Park in Westmount dragging a bright blue, plastic penguin sled and our three-year-old daughter.
Soon even three-year olds are forced to get out when you’re pulling them up a steep hill in snow.
He babysits Super Girl while I take not-so-successful French classes at night.
I learn how to say ‘parapluie’ with the right accent and without spitting on anyone.
We’re in the waiting room of the vet’s office. He understands I need to be with our dog, Murphy, when she’s put to sleep even though I can’t get my sobbing under control as we wait in the lobby, strangers staring.
He holds my hand and never quiets me.
The aforementioned boy comes along, but they don’t allow Craig in the operating room while I’m getting my epidural.
This makes me a little sad, but soon they grant him entrance and he’s by my side, right where he belongs, when our Canadian makes an entrance.
Craig tries to draw a lightning bolt on my forehead because I’m such a big Harry Potter fan, and the next movie has come out.
We’re going to see it, but I don’t love Harry enough to sport a Sharpie zigzag on my face.
We move back.
Sun, heat, sun.
He buys me my first iPod. I think it’s lovely.
I’m not sure about living in Houston. Life is less urban but very convenient. I have to make new friends.
On second thought, I’m okay. I have Craig.
I’m going to see my friend, Lori, in Montreal.
Craig and I decide not to discuss my desire to have some piercing done while I’m vacationing.
Lori and I have a lot of fun.
Did our son just correct the docent in the chemistry hall at the Houston Museum of Natural Science?