Getting ready for Christmas. The lights are up on the house. The tree is decorated. Most of the gifts are purchased or ordered, but I still have a few to go pick up. The kids and I are going out next week to finish off the list. The “Official family holiday schedule” is set, and fingers are crossed that the drama will be kept to a minimum. The gifts I have picked up already are wrapped and under the tree, tucked in the back so a certain Tall Boy will not be peeking at them.
Getting ready for the kids to drive. Next week we have intensive driving practice for my Girl during which she’ll need to get very comfortable with driving a stick shift. She’s made a good start with it, and she drives her dad’s automatic with no problems, but she’ll have her driver’s license next month and she’ll have my Jeep to drive while I’m in Brazil. My Boy and I are going to be studying his Driver’s Ed handbook while she’s practicing. I’m taking him to get his permit on Thursday so wish him luck. My insurance agent is listening to the festive bells of the cash register as we speak.
Getting ready for a 5k run on New Year’s Eve. Because we’re weird. Signing up for 5k runs keeps me motivated to run and go to the gym, and the only one we could find going on while B is here happens to start at midnight that night. Why not start a new tradition?
Getting ready for a Caribbean vacation the day after Christmas. Yes, our Christmas gift to each other is a tropical beach vacation and we’re flying out at 6am the morning after Christmas and headed to a tiny island in the Caribbean for six days. Sun, sand, water, c hiking trails, boats, a treetop bed & breakfast and romantic sunsets. Just the two of us. <big, smiley sigh>
Getting ready to teach my first photography class. It’s a beginner’s class for people who get new DSLR cameras for Christmas. Very, very basic starting with “how to turn this beast on” and working up from there. I’m co-teaching with a friend and I’m a little nervous because the RSVP’s are pouring in. Wish me luck.
Getting ready to go back to Brazil for three more months. Not. Soon. Enough. I love being here with my kids, and it’s a life saver that B will be here for the holidays, but I’m really looking forward to going back home to Brazil. I miss B every day in all ways, large and small. Those little things that make a life are missing here. I’m home alone half the time, and while I am so grateful for Skype so I can see his face when we talk every day, it’s just not the same as being together. Duh. I’m also looking forward to picking up life in Brazil itself. Speaking Portuguese, walking to the grocery store, taking photos of all the great places around town (and maybe showing them in the local gallery if I can swing it), seeing our friends and hearing about their holidays, churrasco, heat, beijos and abracos, our friend’s baby girl who will have grown a ton. I’m ready to go back to all of those things.
Getting ready for my heart to arrive one week from today. That’s the one I’m most excited about. I miss him, all day every day. He’s my heart, my love, my companion, my best friend, my sounding board, my cheering squad, my comfy couch buddy, my debate partner, my hard headed man, my adventure partner, my biggest fan, and everything else I ever wanted. We are so sappy and we know it, but I wouldn’t trade this for anything. We are so lucky to have this, and we know what it’s worth so I’ll keep counting days until he arrives.