{this is what my belly looks like after fried mac & cheese + french fries + ice cream….impressed?}
Ahhhh, Christmas. My favorite time of the year.
Brett and I always spend Christmas day at home, just the two of us. Our first married Christmas we slept in, made belgian waffles and mimosas, and opened our gifts to each other on the couch in our pjs. I guess a tradition was born, because the last three Christmases have looked exactly the same. We blast Christmas music and dance around the kitchen making a huge mess before cluttering our floor with opened gifts and torn wrapping paper. I didn’t mean to go crazy on the gifts for Brett this year, but I bought more than I usually do. This is our last Christmas just the two of us, and I guess I felt the need to spoil him a little bit.
I hope you have a very merry Christmas, friends! May your weekend be bright and joyful, spent with the ones you love most. Me? I’ll be wearing maternity leggings and eating more chocolate fudge than any one person should. Cheers!