The anticipation of baby's first Christmas.
The anticipation of my first Christmas with a baby.
Weather chilly enough to light the gas fireplace every night.
Pulling out the good ol' crooked Christmas tree and leaving the bottom three feet bare to keep our tiny human from eating ornaments and hooks.
Reading the lyrics of Christmas songs out of an old, green hymnal and reveling in the forgotten third and fourth verses.
A full home. Michael, Jen, Jen's boyfriend, my law partner, and our intern all work from our home at different points during the week. It's much better than Grace and me alone rattling around in a big house.
Reading Anne of Green Gables for the billionth time.