Growing up

...When you're 7-years-old Christmas and birthdays are the most exciting times. You get new toys to play with, new clothes to wear; it's an exciting day. I used to sit and wonder, "why aren't my parents excited to open gifts, their so much more concerned filming me...weird." When I would ask them, they usually responded "we'd rather watch you open your gifts." How could someone NOT be excited to open their own gifts, or about getting gifts?

I get it now! Actually it was a concept I started to grasp in high school. I was more excited about Christmas lights, music and food than the gifts I would get on the 25th. I was more excited to spend time with my family on Christmas, or on birthdays than to open the nicely wrapped gifts. Then a few nights ago, it REALLY hit me. My husband asked me what I want for Christmas, yes it's still a few months away but I guess it's never to early to plan. I stared at him speechless. I have NO idea. When I was 7, I could talk for an hour forming a list of things I wanted, at 17 I had a few definite Christmas wishes but now at 22, nothing.

I guess it's not so much that I don't have anything I want, but those wants are covered by needs. While trying to think of things I want my head starts focusing on practical things such as grocery gift cards, or carpet cleaning for my apartment...lame stuff. Or my mind starts thinking about things I want for the new baby, like a cute outfit I saw at Gymboree or Carters or toys for the baby. I can think of all the things my husband wants, but my mind no longer focus' on stuff for me.

I guess that's part of being a wife and a mother. I'm content with what I have, and that's a lot compared to most. I have a loving husband, we are expecting our first child any day now, and we have a strong faith and love for God. Honestly, what more could I want?

Or, i'm just getting old...