I am filled with too much turkey. I have swum in oceans of wrapping paper. I have been surrounded with smiles and laughter and love. It's Christmas. I still believe in Santa. There is absolutely some kind of Christmas magic that happens on this day.
And this year, it arrived in a very special way, at the bottom of a Christmas stocking and in the eyes of the man I love. It is sparkling at me in the corner of my eye as I type. It is a symbol of our commitment to each other, and the next steps in the journey we are taking together. It fits me perfectly, as does my new role of fiance, prometida. We are engaged to be married and nothing has ever felt so natural. It's a bit like finding something you didn't know you were missing. With it, I feel more at home than I ever did without it.
Still, I find myself constantly surprised by a sparkle out of the corner of my eye, or when I glimpse it in the mirror. It's been less than 24 hours and I'm still marvelling at the change. When I see my reflection, it's a bit like looking at someone else. I wonder who that happy, grown up looking woman is, and I'm tickled to realize that it's me.
It's a wonderful day. Merry Christmas everybody.