We’re en route to Chesterfield for Christmas with the Shemwell family and I’m feeling nostalgic about the trip we made last year to Bristol for festive celebrations and the birth of Jenson.
I’ve got a mix of excitement for the big day with my bubba and sadness at not being with my parents and sister for Christmas Day.
This is no slight on my parents-in-law who show me nothing but kindness. It’s just sad to think we won’t be with my sister for her last Christmas before starting a new chapter in her life over in Australia.
I so wish I could split myself to be with her to get wrapped up in Christmas excitement, give each other a sneaky Christmas present before church, sing the descant to carols together (her like a boss, me voice semi-squeaking at the high notes), wait in anticipation for presents post-lunch (which always seems an age away).
My sister means the world to me, as you may have guessed!
But with this melancholy is a real excitement for Christmas Day as a parent – my first one.
I can’t wait to get up early as a three on Christmas morning, excited at the day ahead.
I can’t wait to dress Jenson in a reindeer onesie for the day.
I hope we’ll go out for a walk in the crisp daylight, wishing ‘merry Christmas’ to others out on a similar stroll.
I look forward to feasting as a family, giving Jenson new food to try and sneaking him a bit of my pudding to enjoy.
I’m looking forward to Jenson’s interest in all the wrapping and none of the gifts!
I can’t wait to mark the first Christmas milestone as a parent.