I have always loved this time of year. There seems to be magic all around you. This will be the sixth Christmas Mark and I spend together, but for some reason I keep feeling like this is our first Christmas. I guess it's because our very first Christmas was spent getting settled in after just returning from our honeymoon, and the one after that was spent trying to navigate through life in post-Katrina New Orleans. For the last four, we have been in Beaufort for most of the holiday season and scrambling to get everything ready to come down here for the holiday itself.
But this year, we are truly home for the holidays. We are beyond excited to see lights go up on all of our neighbors houses and the green wreaths with bright red bows decorate the St. Charles Ave. streetcar.
We will have tea at the Windsor Court and watch snow fall on Fulton Street. We'll go caroling in Jackson Square and walk through the wintery wonderland at the Roosevelt Hotel.
Yes, there is just something so magical about this place at Christmas.
And what makes it ever better, is that we'll be able to share this magic with our dear friends Matt and Trish. When Trish shared the news that not only was it official that they would be coming home, but that it would be before the holidays, I was overjoyed. We had the most wonderful times with them last week celebrating all of our good fortunes, and I cannot wait to share many more memories in the city we both love so much. I borrowed this gorgeous photo Trish posted yesterday when she described their journey home HERE.
Welcome home, yall!