Christmas Eve

I woke up before the sun was up. My to-do list was long and I needed - make that really wanted - to hit the gym first. I was surprised to meet Keagan outside my door headed out for his own workout. He simply said, “I’ve missed it. The sun rises at 6:44. If I leave now, I’ll be on the pitch just as the sun comes up.”

I get it, Baby Boy. I get it.

Nothing says Christmas Eve like Wal-Mart, but I survived and more than that, I came out a winner with a brisket that was marked on sale. Guess what we are having for Christmas dinner. 

I got the traditional potato soup started. I got ten loads of laundry done because Evan is home with every stitch of clothing smelling like a fraternity house. We haven’t even tackled the Jeep. His room was all that I could handle today. Then we headed to church for the candlelight service. 

Merry Christmas Eve!