My family went to get a Christmas tree on Sunday. It's a big deal. We drive to the mountains and take hot chocolate and candy canes. My grandpa and my aunts and uncles and cousins all go. We walk around in the freezing cold looking at a million trees for about an hour until we finally find the perfect ones. That's the girls' job. Then, the boys cut the trees down and carry them to the cars while we get the lunch ready. It happens like that every year. And every year, they play A Charlie Brown Christmas on TV. I'm watching it right now. All of this holiday business, as much as I love it, makes me miss Jeff more. I'm glad he's coming home for Christmas.
He said he'd call last night, but I didn't hear from him. Surprisingly, I wasn't super disappointed. That whole not expecting anything really does work. He called tonight, and I was so happy to hear his voice. He hasn't been able to call much since he became a candi-o - added responsibility or something. He'll be home two weeks from tomorrow. I can't wait.