for the first time...again

When I first started falling for Ben, it was a snowy November weekend.  We spent the weekend having snowball fights, cruising to Christmas music, and watching late-night movies.  Of course, this was with a group of seven other people.

Christmas came alive with the suggestion of romance.  The lights twinkled brighter and snow glistened whiter. It was Christmas for the first time, experienced in a brand new way.

This year, it took me by surprise, a third "first time".  The stories are more exciting, the presents more anticipated, and the treats more delicious.  I'm a little child again, seeing excitement glistening in the eyes of my children.

This is why I tromp through icy paths to see tacky-lit cartoon characters.  It's also why I brave sledding in freezing temperatures when asked, "Mommy come?"  Christmas is alive in a brand new way.

Nothing could have prepared me for the sweet joy.  I'm cherishing every giggle, every wide-eyed stare, and every curious question.