A Fried Chicken Kind Of Christmas Eve

It's 10:30

All is quiet

Fucking finally.

Today was…. SO MUCH but so very very good.

It was long.

It was loud.

It was overwhelming.

But my girls, as they bounced from wall to wall, family member to family member, radiated with joy.

These were the moments I longed for when wanting so desperately to have a baby.

And they are here. Even Lily. She joined me today as her hawk spirit. I love it so much because it's so her.

And while there were so many roadblocks for today…

My kitchen is cold so I have to modify the rise time for my cinnamon rolls.

The ugly sweater cookie kit didn't come with the cookie cutter….

I ran out of flour for my chicken so it had 2/3 of the amount it called for

I didn't have olive oil.

Half the presents were going to be late

But guess what

My dough rose just fine. They are now resting for the night in the fridge before I bake them.

I hand-cut the cookies myself, and they actually looked half ok, besides…they were ugly Christmas sweater cookies.

I had enough flour. Would more have been better? Yes but like it didn't change the outcome of my friend chicken at all.

I just used butter for everything today… probs why it tastes so good.

And no one gave a shit about presents being late.

And now all the hard shit is tomorrow.

Tomorrow I get to be this meme

And I can't fucking wait.

Do I have to make some food? Ya, sure, but that hard shit is already made. The frosting is a breeze.

“Santa” has come. All the gifts are under the tree and the girls are soundly asleep.

And that means the adults are now passing out.

I'll leave you with a photo of all the effort D and I did to make this a magical Christmas for our girls.

Happy Holidays

Much Love

Taylor Cecelia Brook