Yes, you read that right. At 37 years old, this has been my first proper Christmas. We’ve always had a tree, and dinner, and presents but this year is the first time I’ve been excited, the first time I’ve celebrated, the first time I’ve enjoyed the day (see here for me giving The Grinch a run for his money, and here to see how I found Christmas).
So what’s different this year to all the other Christmases I’ve had? One word. Family.
K and I have been truly spoilt by our fantastic new family (see here for how I found them) and not just with gifts. Every parcel we opened was like unwrapping a giant hug. For the first time, I feel like I belong. Like I am accepted as I am. Like I’m loved and, more importantly, deserving of that love.
This has been my first Christmas but it certainly won’t be my last. This year has shown me that things can be different, that I don’t have to stick with what I know. And not just me, it’s shown K that family doesn’t have to mean negativity and coldness – as she opened her gifts she said she felt warm inside and I knew exactly what she meant.
Thank you to my family, our family, for making this year so very, very special. I’ve waited such a long time for this. You are all fantastic and I love you millions. Thank you for our Christmas.