We had met in college in the spring semester in German class. We moved in together when school started in the fall. I planned on spending Thanksgiving with his family and going home for Christmas. My car had other ideas.
Nick and I were heading out of town to go shopping when my front axle broke. Five days before Christmas, two days before I was supposed to go home. A trip of about 300 miles. So no quick trip. The part to fix it would not be available until after Christmas.
My step father would not let my mom come down to get me so I could be home for Christmas that year. Nick had been planning on coming up the day after Christmas to spend time with us and my step father thought that it was OK if I came home then. He was a prince of a guy.
So the up shot of all this was that three days before Christmas Nick's folks got the news that Surprise, I would be here for Christmas after all.
I was immediately invited to the family Christmas party and treated like a real welcome addition. It was fun. And Christmas morning they had gifts under the tree for me and everything. I felt truly welcomed by his parents and that started several traditions that we still observe. Christmas eve drive to look at lights, Christmas breakfast with the family, Christmas eve at Papa and Nana's house...
Now for pictures:
|Our very first Christmas tree. A bit Charlie Brownish, but lovely all the same.|
|Opening Christmas gifts Christmas morning.|
|Nick and I at his folk's house Christmas morning. We look so young.|