Christmas Day started out like all the others we have had in the past 5 years. Dillon and I had been on our own, since his oldest brother moved out, and went on to college several years earlier, and Jonathan, the middle son, had joined the Army the year prior. Robert and I just started dating in May of 2010, but he was with us on Christmas morning and my heart was so full, I thought it would surely burst. We opened our gifts, tearing the paper off, just like little children. Christmas is by far my favorite time of the year. I had a certain excitement in the the back of my head. It wasn’t about the presents, nor the Christmas feast, nor the normal happy jolly cheer that takes place on such a special day. Instead, I was jumping up and down on
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After our gift opening ritual, I prepared a fabulous breakfast of homemade sausage gravy and biscuits. Working as a manager for Bojangles’ for almost 13 years, gave me an edge in the gravy department. But anyway, we all gathered around the table for breakfast. After finishing up the dishes, we prepared to go to Robert’s mother’s house to open gifts and eat a hearty Christmas feast, that I was assured would be out of this world. Abby’s mom, was to meet me at in Concord, so I could take her with me on our trip. We loaded up the truck and were on our way, listening to Christmas carols on the radio, trying to out sing each other. The weather channel, made an emergency interruption announcement, that a huge snow storm was headed our …show more content…
The Charlotte area was not supposed to get hit until later on Christmas night or into the next morning. I held my breath for a short moment while the announcer spoke, but soon realized we were in the clear, and as long as we were at the airport by 4:00 p.m. for our 6:00 p.m. flight, we were good to go, so we quickly resumed our singing contest, and continued on toward Abby and Concord. Dinner was everything I hoped it would be, me and Abby couldn’t help to keep looking at our watches, as the clock seemed to be not moving at all. Already planning in my head the look on my son and his family’s faces when we landed, and the joy that I would feel, holding my other granddaughter Charlize. Tick-tock, tick-tock, oh my goodness only one more hour until we head to the airport. Just as I turned to let Robert know we would need to leave soon, a weather advisory came across the television. No, I said to myself, I will not believe it. It cannot be happening. They announced that the snow would start to fall a lot earlier than expected, and predicted it would start falling in an about one hour. I still would not accept
After our gift opening ritual, I prepared a fabulous breakfast of homemade sausage gravy and biscuits. Working as a manager for Bojangles’ for almost 13 years, gave me an edge in the gravy department. But anyway, we all gathered around the table for breakfast. After finishing up the dishes, we prepared to go to Robert’s mother’s house to open gifts and eat a hearty Christmas feast, that I was assured would be out of this world. Abby’s mom, was to meet me at in Concord, so I could take her with me on our trip. We loaded up the truck and were on our way, listening to Christmas carols on the radio, trying to out sing each other. The weather channel, made an emergency interruption announcement, that a huge snow storm was headed our …show more content…
The Charlotte area was not supposed to get hit until later on Christmas night or into the next morning. I held my breath for a short moment while the announcer spoke, but soon realized we were in the clear, and as long as we were at the airport by 4:00 p.m. for our 6:00 p.m. flight, we were good to go, so we quickly resumed our singing contest, and continued on toward Abby and Concord. Dinner was everything I hoped it would be, me and Abby couldn’t help to keep looking at our watches, as the clock seemed to be not moving at all. Already planning in my head the look on my son and his family’s faces when we landed, and the joy that I would feel, holding my other granddaughter Charlize. Tick-tock, tick-tock, oh my goodness only one more hour until we head to the airport. Just as I turned to let Robert know we would need to leave soon, a weather advisory came across the television. No, I said to myself, I will not believe it. It cannot be happening. They announced that the snow would start to fall a lot earlier than expected, and predicted it would start falling in an about one hour. I still would not accept