This time of year was made for me. I love everything about it. Thanksgiving is my most favoritest holiday and, for me, it serves as the official kick-off for Christmas. Growing up, it was tradition for us to go to the Christmas tree farm on Thanksgiving afternoon and pick out our tree and decorate it that night. It was something I looked forward to all year long.
So, when Jason returned from Japan, we celebrated Thanksgiving by going to dinner at an American restaurant and hauling out the holly so to speak.
And the crowning glory - the tacky tinsel star.
And I must have been a very good girl because there was even an early present for me to go under the tree. (Lest anyone think husbands traveling on business is all bad, there is one very pointed advantage...the guilt of leaving you makes them want to buy you lovely little baubles to make up for it.)
Oh Santa! You shouldn't have!
However, despite using all the resouces at my disposal (baking cookies, games, hockey on tv) jetlag got the better of him and he was out like a light by 8:30. Asleep or awake, it was still nice to have him back home. Somehow, Laguna Beach re-runs are much better with a cute boy snoring gently with his head in your lap.