2003
We got married in March and pregnant in April. On Christmas Eve, I was 9 months pregnant. my family had come in the weekend before to celebrate with us, but they were long gone.
We went to Christmas Eve service, which was lovely and amazing. I was struck by the thought that, while I may be very pregnant and miserable, at least I didn't have to go anywhere on a donkey. We went to a friend's house and had dinner and enjoyed their traditions (including the neighbor who gets drunk, dresses up like Santa and goes to visit all the neighborhood kids). The next day, we had another church family to go visit.
But that night, I just felt alone. It wasn't right to not be at my mom's house for Christmas, especially in our empty house that didn't have any children in it yet. I woke up at three a.m. to the sound of the door closing and my husband leaving. I somehow got the idea in my head that he was leaving me and our unborn child, and on Christmas Eve, and began sobbing.
When I woke up the next morning, I realized he had realized that there was nothing to put in our stockings, so he ran to the only open store: 7-11. That year, we had the finest stocking stuffers they had to offer. Thank Heaven for Seven-Eleven!
7 comments:
Very sweet husband you have : )
This is the first year in all my 48years I am not having a stocking or filling a stocking for grown children. I am kind of surprised I am not sad. Maybe I need grandchildren!
Sorry I meant Cindy
:) THat is so sweet! Got me welling up early today!
That is a really sweet hubby you have. After a couple of years of an empty stocking, I have come to realize that I must fill my own. It actually works out nicely since I tend to splurg on a few little things that I deprive myself of through out the year.
That is absolutely one of the sweetest Christmas stories I've heard. What a great husband!
That is so sweet! He needs to give my hubby a lesson on filling stockings. I once got a blindfold and handcuffs!
We love you!! Papa & Oma
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