Gratitude List

day 14


Choose a number and make a gratitude list.

First off, Merry Christmas!

My favorite day of the year is here.

We opened many presents, ate french toast, and had a Pitbull dance party in the kitchen.

You heard me, a Pitbull dance party.

It was so fun watching Ian open presents this year.

Last year he was only two months old so he really didn’t know what was going on.

This year he started to figure out why there were boxes wrapped in snowmen and Santa hats.

I loved watching him figure out Christmas, and I know each year will get better and better.

Since football is on and I have to start making food for Christmas dinner, I’m going to keep this short. This is my favorite day of the year and I want to spend as much time with my family as possible.

It’s only fitting that since today is the 25th of December I make a list of 25 things I’m grateful for.

  1. Ian
  2. My family
  3. My Husband
  4. Pizza
  5. My job
  6. The fact that I can still run an eight minute mile
  7. Marlo
  8. Christmas scented candles
  9. All of the wonderful presents that were given and received today
  10. My health
  11. Mashed Potatoes
  12. The roof over my head
  13. My friends
  14. That I get the day off tomorrow
  15. My new watch
  16. Freeform’s Harry Potter marathon this weekend
  17. Coffee
  18. Coaching
  19. My vacuum cleaner
  20. Fourth place in our fantasy football league
  21. Taylor Swift
  22. Netflix
  23. That Ian usually sleeps through the night in his own crib
  24. Dark chocolate
  25. The fact that I get to live this wonderful life every single day

I hope everyone reading this has the most amazing day and gets to spend it with those who matter most. I’m so excited about dinner tonight I can’t really think of anything else so Merry Christmas, I hope you got to watch Elf at least once today.


Christmas Magic


The holidays are my absolute favorite time of year, as if it’s a surprise. I decorate my office with Christmas lights, blast Christmas music from my car, and watch Elf as many times as I can. Like any little kid I would wake up on Christmas morning and sneak a look at my presents, and beg my parents to get up at the crack of dawn to open presents.

Some of my favorite memories involved Christmas at my Grandmas house. I swear the Christmas tree was always so tall that it could reach the ceiling. In my mind there were hundreds of presents under the tree to match the size of my family. We would have my grandma’s famous cinnamon rolls, except for that random year she served us fruit, and everyone would eat breakfast before they opened presents.

To say my family was huge is an understatement. It was always so loud and so full of joy as my grandpa would pass out presents and we would wait for every kid to have a present before we tore them open without even looking at who it was from.

Christmas was magical.

I know it sounds cheesy, but it was as wonderful as the thought of snow on Christmas morning.

Things took a turn two days after Thanksgiving in 2010.

My family was out shopping when we got the worst news.

The drive back home was silent.

The feeling of pain sat in my stomach and felt like it would never leave.

I hate thinking about it, and I usually try not to.

My grandpa was the coolest person I knew.

He was tiny and mighty.

Tough and loving.

He would never get mad at me because he loved me so much more than I probably knew.

Losing someone around the holidays is the hardest thing anyone can ever go through.

You see images of people singing Christmas carols with their families and smiling around the Christmas tree, and the last thing you want to do is force a smile.

Things were different that year, everyone was still close, but it was like our rock was gone. Even though he spent most of the time after Christmas dinner asleep in his chair, he was still the most special part of the day.

And I didn’t realize it until after he was gone.

My sister and I made it our goal the Christmas after that year to be as happy as we could.

We baked Christmas cookies and gave them to everyone we could.

We listened to the Christmas music radio station every time we drove to school.

We got a little tree for our bedroom and decorated it.

It was nice to try and see the best in a tough time. Forcing smiles and spreading holiday cheer was easier than thinking about the loss we had a year ago.

Since that year I have wanted to make sure I spend Christmas the right way. Be as happy as I can, spend as much time with my family as I can, and enjoy every second of it all.

I think that’s why I get so excited when I see Elf on TV and hear Wham’s Last Christmas on the radio. It means that magical time of year is here.

That time of year that I’m reminded just how much my family means to me and how important it is to make the best out of the holiday.

I have encountered people who aren’t always so excited about Christmas as I am. My early Christmas music makes them roll their eyes or they insist on reminding me that it’s not even Thanksgiving, and that’s totally ok. Everyone can celebrate the holidays whenever and however they please, I just wish that everyone could see the magic in it like I do.

That sounds so cheesy.

Calling a holiday magical.

But it is.

I just love trying to see the magic in what was once a hard time.

And it still is.

You always want your loved ones around, especially during the holidays.

But when they aren’t you can’t do anything but try and see the magic in it to honor them as well as you can.

That’s how I saw it at 20 and that’s how I still see it today.

Especially now that I have my own little family.

I want so bad to create this magical winter wonderland that Ian is in awe of. I want to see him stare at Christmas lights and believe in Santa his whole life.

I want him to have memories of Christmas morning like I have.

I want him to look at his grandpa passing out gifts the way I use to look at mine.

That’s why I turn into Buddy the Elf during Christmas, and why I listen to Christmas music in November.

I don’t know any other way.

I want to experience the magic of Christmas that I did when I was little, and I want Ian to experience the same.




Sitcoms and Snow


Oregon does not know how to do snow, ever. We’ve had some crazy snow in my lifetime but most Oregonians freak out and close the state down. Okay, it’s not that bad but a lot of people who live in Oregon overreact and in today’s case we got a snow day out of it.

I was so happy, it meant my husband didn’t have to go into work. We could sit under the christmas lights we have hanging from the curtain and watch the snow fall in flurries. Our son couldn’t really enjoy the snow, since he’s only six weeks old and would turn into a snowman out there. That meant we had to cozy up inside and watch it from the windows, and surprisingly I was okay with that. I usually like to go out and explore the snow, take some pictures, and let our dog run free. Not being able to do that today didn’t bother me one bit. I was so excited to introduce our son to the snow through the windows and see his eyes get wide at the sight of the ground covered in white.

Being at home with my family brought me back to snow days I had growing up. It was an excuse to be in PJ’s all day and watch sitcom reruns until the nightly news came on. The last major snow day we had was on my twenty fourth birthday. I was pretty devastated to be honest, when I couldn’t go out to Dutch Brothers or run around town and do things. I thought my birthday was ruined and was acting like it was my fourth birthday not my twenty fourth. My husband (boyfriend at the time) walked over to my family’s house with his dog and we all ended up playing outside. My brother and dad built a slope down our front yard and into the driveway, we all grabbed sleds and spent hours running around in the front yard playing in the snow. Even though I wasn’t acting like it, looking back, it was the best birthday ever.

Spending the day with my family and reminiscing about snow days has me thinking about how lucky I am to have them all around. How, especially during the holidays, spending all of the time you can with your loved ones is all that really matters.

My family used to go all out for the holidays. We spent Christmas Eve with my grandparents on my mom’s side and did our own special night and I always looked forward to the time we got to spend together. It might not have been this big thing but it was always fun. On christmas day we would go over to my other grandparents house and have this giant, amazing christmas morning. There were so many members of my family, a giant breakfast, and so many memories.

As the years passed the celebrations were different, each year smaller but still so special. We’ve lost both of my grandpas, and not having them around makes me really want to celebrate the holidays more. To celebrate every little thing and cherish every second I get to be around my family. Family is the most important thing during the holidays, and today helped me realize that.

When Ian’s older I want him to remember having these special memories during the holidays like I had growing up. I want him to remember being so excited for snow days because it meant him and his dad didn’t have to go to school. I want him to be so excited to go over to grandma and grandpas house to open presents on Christmas morning and remember every little moment as vividly as I did.

Today I sat at home with my little family and watched daytime sitcoms and watched the snow fall, just like I got to to when I was younger. Something so small, but still so special. Something that reminded me how important it is to cherish every single moment you get to spend with your family and to take advantage of the time you do get to spend with them.