When I dropped Rocky off at Baby School, Miss Rose had a gift bag waiting for me. It was on the shelf, under his cubby. It was an unassuming brown paper bag, decorated with glitter and a green bow.
When I reached into the bag, I pulled out this.
I had to hold back the tears when I saw the snow globe. The picture on the left was from his first day there, when I had to go back to school. It was a hard day for me. I had a broken heart. The picture on the right was taken recently. How thoughtful is she? I was able to blink back the tears and thank her. I took out the snowman and beamed over how adorable it is. His little foot as the body of the snowman is precious! I thanked her and told her how much I appreciated those gifts. I wished her a Merry Christmas and kissed Rocky good-bye. Then, I headed down the corridor and began to cry.
I’ve tried to hold it together all morning. I’ve never been so excited for a Christmas in all of my life. I am overwhelmed with the anticipation of Baby’s First Christmas and being in the planning stages of Baby’s First Birthday. I am looking forward to the weeks to come yet want to some how put on the brakes. This is happening too fast. I’ve heard all along that I would feel this way but didn’t expect it to smack me in the face. I won’t ever again have these firsts and it feels like they are slipping through my fingers. I am feeling equal parts happy and sad today. The tears keep coming. Happy and sad tears rolled into a snotty, puffy-eyed ball of gratitude, that’s me today.