The last week

I'm only five days away from going home for Christmas. It's been three years since I was actually there for the day of Christmas. I'm so excited. And for some vague reason I'm worried. I'm thinking it's because I'm making P miss his usual Christmas. But I'm not entirely sure about that. Maybe it's the traveling. The whole TSA routine. Remembering everything we need for 10 days away from home. Forgetting a "vital" christmas present. I'll just worry until I make a list or actually pack. But once we get there, I am determined to relax! Ah the holidays. "The most wonderful time of the year..."