Now why did I revisit that....

I'm sure you were wondering, I was kinda wondering myself why I put myself through the agony of reliving the worst Christmas ever.


Because I'm scared. I'm scared that something will happen and I won't be home this Christmas.


Chris is a wonderful husband and fantastic Dad. But no one does Christmas like Mommy. Will he remember the milk and cookies? To take a few bites and leave the rest and leave half the milk?

Will he remember to fill the stockings?

What about the new pj's on Christmas Eve?



Then I remember, I will no matter what still have my voice and Lord knows I know how to use it.


I think that we will be just fine.


:)