I made coffee, watched some tv and stayed in my PJs until I had to shower and get ready to go to the ship to see my sweetie! Being the girlie girl that I can be and it being Christmas and all, I just had to wear heels!! Plus, my butt looks so much better in them according to Ryan and my inner ego! I decided on a tight pair of jeans, brown heels and long while sweater! Comfy-cute is the way to go! The drive to the ship was easy...no traffic at 3:30pm on Christmas because everyone in their right mind is at home with a glass of wine, tired kiddos and a huge turkey roasting in the oven. Not me, I was bundled up, showing my ID to security as I went through the gate, running for the pier, showing my ID again and then crossing the bridge yet again into my baby's arms. That bridge is on my bad side. While it leads me to my baby, it is also what he crosses eat time he leaves me and that saddens my heart.
So, Christmas on the ship involved hanging out around a huge oval table in the officer's lounge and meeting some of Ryan's buddies! Nick is a total character and pretty much the most rad guy I've ever met! He likes the word rad a lot! We talked, watched some football or was it basketball on TV, ate Swedish fish, pezz and talked a lot about going to get dinner. Eventually, we ventured down to the mess hall and just like high school, went through the line and picked out what we wanted on our plates. I chose mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, turkey, gravy and a salad. Carb it up baby!! The sweet potatoes were nasty, but everything else was pretty delish! Oh and how could I forget the eggnog and pecan pie! Yummy! We brought our food up to the oval officer table to chow down! Ryan carried my plate up and down the metal ladders and through the huge doorways...bad decision to wear heels... shucks!
After dinner, Ryan and I said our goodbyes and I headed home in the cold to my empty house with a little crazy kitty. It was super nice to see him on Christmas, but nothing like I imagine Christmas. No cuddling and kissing under blankets with kiddos climbing on us in the living room; No laughing and drinking about past Christmas memories in the kitchen with sister-in-laws and siblings; No red heels, aprons, rushed mamas and laid back papas; No crying babies and barking puppies, but such is life. It was another memory of our first year of marriage that I will forever remember! (Sorry, no photos this time.)
Around 9pm that evening, it started snowing...and it kept snowing through the next day! Our December 26th Christmas was indeed a white Christmas!