My somber attitude toward life was paused this morning as the girls ran into our bedroom and told us Santa had visited. Their faces were so full of joy; They didn’t even mind that we couldn’t get them as much as we wanted.
His parents got me a pair of boots similar to a pair I had pointed out online. I am very happy with them.
He got me a journal (I’m sort of a collector) and a basket that, for now, will hold my new journal and all my new books. After the girls and I have moved, I’ll either fill it with my planner supplies or my makeup; I haven’t decided yet. I know he loves me. He’s just so in denial about the end of our relationship that he’s being, for lack of a better word, kind of creepy. Either way, Christmas morning was better than expected.
Now, to get the girls ready for their second Christmas with another set of grandparents.