Today was a very strange day for me, to say the least. You see I am waiting for someone. Someone much more exciting than Santa Claus. Someone the kids and I have not seen for over 8 months. We've celebrated birthdays, enjoyed an entire summer of swim lessons and new water parks, gone on a 2 week vacation, had multiple out-of-state visitors, Cali has started school and continued to learn new things in gymnastics, D has gone from speaking single words to holding entire conversations, we've had doctor visits and vet visits and car troubles... And today of all days, the 25th of December, he is supposed to be en route back home to us. It's only a visit for now, two weeks of R&R. The kids have absolutely no idea he is on the way.
I spent last night asking strangers to please not mention it was actually Christmas Eve. I spent today convincing myself as best I could it wasn't really Christmas. Because this year, lucky for me, the kids are not old enough to read calendars or realize what day it really is. I can push it back, I can simply not mention what day it is and they won't even notice. The plan is to go get him when we can, then that day will be Christmas Eve. They'll leave the plate of cookies, the artwork Cali has made for Santa, the carrots for the reindeer and go to sleep with visions of sugar plums dancing in their heads. There are plenty of presents under the tree from relatives already, but Santa has yet to visit until the much bigger surprise can arrive.
For now I continue to wait. I wait with no idea when the arrival may actually be. The last I heard a word from him was two days ago. He could be anywhere right now. I was wishing earlier today I had something along the lines of those "Santa Trackers" everyone was watching last night.
Today while I tried to hold my excitement and anxiety and curiosity at bay, the kids went about as any normal day. Except we did stay inside, away from friends' houses full of newly opened presents. And I did my best to keep them (and myself) occupied. We worked on our gingerbread village, colored, watched a movie, decorated paper trees, made pizzas, watched another movie... All the while I couldn't keep my eyes from straying to the windows or the front door, couldn't help but peek out every time I thought I heard a noise outside. A part of me thought.. maybe he is trying to sneak up and surprise us rather than call from the airport. Even now as I type I keep muting my music when I think I hear a noise. It's almost worse than waiting for Santa... at least Santa has a set day and time to come!!