Every week, we talk about all of the fabulous material things we’re wanting for our lives, all the while knowing that as fun as they are, they don’t really matter. I mean, sure a great pair of shoes can certainly empower you, but not as much as you and your family’s health and happiness. There are just some things that are at the top of my list this year that can’t be bought at a store– my grown-up Christmas list.
Dear Santa,
This year for Christmas, I would like:
A safe birth and a healthy baby for my blog partner and dear friend, A. She’s about to pop, and I want nothing more for her than for her labor and delivery to be as meaningful and emotional as she is aiming for it to be, and for her lil’ peanut to be the epitome of health.
A college loan and an apartment in Dallas for my husband, who is aching to begin his Master’s program in Speech-Language Pathology. He works so hard to pay the bills, but I want his dreams for himself to come true. I’m so proud to call him my husband, I just want him to be happy.
A healthy and prosperous year for my parents, who really need to catch a break sometimes.
I would like a nice long break for my friends who are back from Iraq. They both deserve a really fun vacation.
I would like an abundance of happiness for my three sisters (both blood, and by marriage) Kath, Steph, and Amanda, who are working hard in their own ways to pursue their ideals of happiness. Therefore, I wish for a life-long romance, a speedy education, and a boat-load of fertility. And money, for all. And calorie-free bread.
I’d like for people to stop arguing so much, and tearing one another down for things that don’t really matter.
I would like for my Haute in Texas readers to have safe holidays and meaningful time spent with their families.
And for myself, I’d like a little more of that hopeful Christmas spirit all the year round.
Merry Christmas, Santa
XO,
K
