If you must know, yes. Yes, I did hang my life-size Christmas advent tree up before Halloween this year.
“Why?” you ask.
Because I had a perfectly good nail on the wall, just wasting his gifts and talents, waiting for the opportunity to transform from eyesore to awesome. You all know me and Christmas. (If you don’t, they don’t call me the Christmas Kraken for nothing. You’ll never see candy canes the same again, here.) It’s over the top. The last three years though? Not so much. This will be the first year in a while that I’m A) not moving a salon out of my kitchen and into a garage, B) not nauseous and pregnant, or C) not exhausted with a nursing baby. With 24 pockets hanging on the wall, waiting to be filled with inspiration, wonder and meaningful intention, little did I realize I’d be struck most soberly moving into this holiday season.
Somewhere between mulling over Christmas caroling and family service opportunities, it hit me. It finally hit me. My oldest is finally five. I was five. I knew this day would come, I just didn’t realize it’d come so quickly.