I come from a family of tradition, and Christmas is the mecca of traditional holidays. It is important to open just one present on the night before Christmas (said present is always a book), to overindulge on mom's famous stuffed french toast, and to wake up earlier than is necessary on the morning of December 25. Never has a Christmas on Hess Road veered from the beaten path.
This year, however, due to a blizzard of unusual intensity and a much overrated white Christmas, all of these traditions were put on hold as I was stuck under 10-14 inches of snow about 90 miles north of the Williams clan in my tiny duplex with Joel, my dog, a bottle of baileys, potatoes, and a handful of canned items. (As twentysomethings grocery shopping is not our forte').
It had potential to be a pretty heinous holiday.
Joel and I had plans to celebrate together the following week, but this whole blizzard 09 business changed that. This year's Christmas morning, while not in tradition, trumped even the year Santa brought me the Barbie Power Wheels pink Corvette. I got one little thing- a ring, and I don't mean on the phone.
While I am reserving some details for myself and those closest to me, I am now sporting an absolutely lovely diamond ring on my left hand and looking forward to spending the rest of my life with someone who inspires me to see the world in beautiful new ways every day.
After celebrating with my future in-laws, my new fiance' and I (barely) made it to Hess Road where a bottle of celebratory champagne was waiting along with all the traditions...only a day later than usual.
"Few things in life are certain, but I do know that I want to spend all of mine with you."
~Joel Durham, 12.25.2009