Christmas can come at anytime of the year, really. Last year my mom was not able to be with us at Christmas time so we waited until mid-April to celebrate. This year we were able to be with her but not with my father, so last weekend I had my first real Christmas with him.
Growing up he was not actively involved in my life. My first real memory of him was at Christmas time. The night of my sixth grade holiday dance my mom and I met him at McDonalds. They brought along my baby brother, KJ. We continued to meet once a year, at Christmas time, for the next four years. We would go out to eat and exchange gifts. I wouldn't hear from him again until my birthday in June.
So needless to say, last Sunday was extra special. Hard to believe Mr.KJ is now 13! And God gave my baby sister (who is 4) to me because he knows how sad I was to not be able to watch my other "little" sis, Andrea (who is 18 now) grow up.
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| Hubby |
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| Christmas tree (13' tall) |
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| A picture of Sadee by Veah |
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My dad
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First Christmas down, many more to come!
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