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Dec. 24th, 2007 11:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
squeefulfishIt's Christmas Eve, as has been pointed out more than once today. It's a quarter to twelve. It's so very nearly here.
And I'm ready. The last of the veg for the dinner is prepped, as much as can be the night before. I have the last glass of a bottle of a decent merlot sitting beside me, waiting for me. This evening is all about waiting. No, anticipation.
All the kids in my life are asleep. I've checked. Twice.
But it's never just about the day. It's the reason behind it. Advent has, this year more than ever, meant something to me. I've never been comfortable discussing my beliefs with others, mostly because it's just so a part of me that it seems as silly as discussing what my spleen is doing at any given time. Yet, like the fact that my spleen just works, what matters most to me has always been clear to those who know me.
I love this day. It's always meant more to me than the 25th. The last day of waiting, last day of advent. All my traditions, except for a selection box for breakfast on the 25th, revolve around today. My heart is filled almost to bursting and I'm in danger of crying. It's almost here. Things are being as good as they get for me, and may they be just as good for you and yours.
I was just about to hit post when I noticed that midnight had crept up on me. The waiting's over.
And I'm ready. The last of the veg for the dinner is prepped, as much as can be the night before. I have the last glass of a bottle of a decent merlot sitting beside me, waiting for me. This evening is all about waiting. No, anticipation.
All the kids in my life are asleep. I've checked. Twice.
But it's never just about the day. It's the reason behind it. Advent has, this year more than ever, meant something to me. I've never been comfortable discussing my beliefs with others, mostly because it's just so a part of me that it seems as silly as discussing what my spleen is doing at any given time. Yet, like the fact that my spleen just works, what matters most to me has always been clear to those who know me.
I love this day. It's always meant more to me than the 25th. The last day of waiting, last day of advent. All my traditions, except for a selection box for breakfast on the 25th, revolve around today. My heart is filled almost to bursting and I'm in danger of crying. It's almost here. Things are being as good as they get for me, and may they be just as good for you and yours.
I was just about to hit post when I noticed that midnight had crept up on me. The waiting's over.
