So I was prompted last night by Chris that I should have pictures on my Flickr. It was a sneak attack, I was already in bed and only saw the post this morning when I woke up. I realized I had a camera full of Christmas pictures that I had yet to upload and decided to get cracking on it and show him. Our first Christmas as a couple was all that I had hoped for and even more.
Christmas morning was fun. Chris tried to get a fire going in the fireplace to make it feel cozy and Christmasy and we got Liam up and got him to start opening presents. He was silly at first, sleepy and a little unenthusastic but he got more into it once he started. He got a lot of stuff, and I’m sure he’ll enjoy it all. He had to go to his mother’s for their Christmas, so he didn’t get to play much with his toys this week.
Chris and I exchanged our gifts too and I think we’re both really happy with what we got. My Canon Powershot will not be safe when I’m traveling in the big cushy camera case that Chris picked up for me. It’ll actually double as my purse when we go to museums or the beach, which we will definitely be doing a lot of once he moves down here in February. I also got 2 volumes of Family Guy, my favoritest animated show ever. The best present (which Chris says is NOT a Christmas gift) was of course my engagement ring, which still blows me away. I knew this was coming eventually and it’s really just making it official, we referred to each other as fiance/fiancee sometimes anyway, but it still was a powerful and memorable moment for me and I am so thankful that I have Chris.
Our Christmas morning had wrapped up and he took Liam home while I went to the kitchen to start on….. dundundun, Christmas dinner.
I’m not a huge cook, in fact I’m not even a tiny cook. I was prepared to make Christmas dinner with recipes and lists from my mother and only visual experience from her doing it for practically every year of my life. The menu wasn’t extragavagant: Turkey, Chicken and cornbread dressing, mashed potatoes and gravy, deviled eggs, rolls, and cheesecake.
The fun started the night before. My chicken was boiling away in the pot with chicken broth. Boiling away, literally. One minute all was well, the next I was running to open the door while Chris held the smoldering pan out to keep the smoke alarm from blasting us into deafness. Oops. Guess I boiled it too high; all the broth had bubbled out and left a nice black charcoal reminder on the bottom of Chris’s pot – which had never been used until that night.
Chicken was salvaged, and most of the rest of the dinner went off without a hitch. The cornbread in the dressing was a bit dry but everything else was yummy and we had a nice sit down with the two of us, watching A Christmas Story and just sharing the time together, since we have so few days together when visits come up. I couldn’t be happier with how it turned out.
When we were done, we laid on the couch and watched TV and Chris sneakily slipped the Hope ring I usually wore on my left off, and replaced it with my engagement ring. I noticed a moment later and when I turned in shock, he popped the question.. and I cried. I said yes, and we kissed, and I cried some more. It was beautiful, perfect, everything that I have ever wanted and never dreamed I would have. He has made my life so complete, so worth living and I look forward to the next holidays we share together as a couple and soon as husband and wife.
I think Chris will like them too. I wish he could be more involved in these sorts of planning things, but I suppose its just the natural thing for guys not to be as involved. He probably would wish he wasn’t as involved if he actually got to be, it’s very tiring.
