Merry Christmas Eve.
It is so hard for me to believe that the holiday is already here — or will be, in just a few hours. When I was a child, I wished so fervently for time to speed up, for Christmas to get here. I remember my father laughing at me and saying, “When you get older, you’ll wish time would slow down.” He was right. He was so right. Because now I find myself here, on Christmas Eve, wondering…where did this month go? Where did this year go?
It began in darkness, a darkness that lasted from Christmas Day last year (which I won’t recount because God did that suck), through to July. And then everything became bright and beautiful again, as I rediscovered who I was…and began a whole new chapter of my life.
Yule was fun. We had some issues but it ended up coming out all right in the end.
Now it’s Christmas Eve. And the day is going to be jam-packed with excitement and family and church and festivities.
I had planned for a few weeks to maybe print out a hard copy of Book 1 for Jess. She’s expecting it at some point, but I don’t think she expected it by Christmas. A few months ago, when I asked her what she wanted as a gift, she joked “A finished book.” Never let it be said that I do not try to get everyone what he or she wants for Christmas. Now. It’s not a complete copy by any stretch of the imagination. Jess wanted a hard copy because it’s her turn to edit, and she is finding it too hard, with her ADD, to do it on the computer screen like I do. So I thought…print it out, give it to her for Christmas (she got other stuff too on Yule).
I printed it this morning, all 188 single-spaced pages of it. When it was done, I held it on my lap, just for a minute.
The book. My book. I wrote it. There it was. A finished book.
Sure it needs edits, but…that’s a book. A book I wrote.
I realized as I held it in my hands that this Christmas? Is perfect. Because I unwittingly gave myself the best Christmas present in the world.
Merry Christmas to you and yours, and I wish you nothing but light and love 🙂
Honestly, Megan 