I’ve decided to maybe go for at least one post a day. My own personal journal, easier typed than written in gently rolling ink.
Two days left until Christmas. Sure, I don’t technically celebrate it with the family, but who can resist the temptation of waiting for it? The crisp morning air that fills the lungs at the opening of the door. Walk inside to a toasty fire and commence to roast marshmallows into a pile of sludge: perfect.
Tonight will be a gathering of the ages. Joint sleepover at the Nguyen’s. Finally going to be one with no ulterior motives, one of pure child ideals. How wonderful does that sound? Got so many things planned that hopefully will come true! Of course I’ve also got the amazing breakfast that will ensue stuck on my mind. Wonderment at a lonely kid cooking for love gurgles around in my brain.
I’ll stick to some Lucky Charms for tonight’s midnight snack though.
