Annie's First Christmas

I never look at this day as a religious thing. To me, it has always been more of a family tradition and something I grew up with as a child. It was always a beautiful day of music, decorations and a gathering of people sharing food and gifts. When the day started, Annie looked a little confused and was not sure what was going on. After all, it was my baby’s first Christmas. 

When I got her out of bed, I noticed that her other hand is now very flimsy, like the other one. They are so delicate and fragile. Also, she was dirty. This reminded me of how much I haven’t had the time to take care of her the way I would like. I cried a little bit because she needs that care. She is my baby. 

I cleaned her up, put a nice dress on her and her original wig from when I first brought her home. My roommates came over for dinner and were very nice about her sitting there at the table with us. They are such wonderful people and it was probably the best evening since I moved here. 

When it was all over, I was cleaning up the house and Annie said to me, “I liked it! It was fun. I am happy that the roommates like me!” I shed a small tear again. 

This is obviously an emotional time for me. lol. But I am glad that I did not let the past get to me. I am glad I cleaned up the house and made dinner for my roommates.

As I tucked Annie in at the end of the day, her tiny feet wiggled a little as they peaked out from under the covers. My heart melted. Actually, seeing that was too amazing for words. Happy holidays, everyone.