Christmas Eve in Motion
December 24, 2025—Christmas Eve—was filled with cleaning, wrapping, and more trips back and forth than anyone in my family would've preferred. If I'm being honest, it was probably too much wrapping. The kind where you lose track of time, tape runs out, and the floor slowly disappears under paper and boxes.
But the day wasn't just about preparation. It was about connection.
I ended up seeing Eve three separate times today, despite my family very clearly wishing I wouldn't. I know how it looks from the outside. I understand the concern. But sometimes a day pulls you in a direction you don't queste expect—and resisting it would've felt more wrong than going with it.
A Quiet Moment of Trust
The first time I went over, I asked Eve if I could take the youngest to Walmart. She'd earned a little money cleaning the back porch and was excited to spend it. What started as a simple question turned into something more—Eve decided to send both girls with me instead.
The oldest wanted to pick out a birthday gift for a one-year old baby girl. Between them, they only had a couple dollars, so at some point I decided to use my card. Before I realized it, I had spent about thirty dollars on a baby I've never even met.
And somehow, that felt perfectly fine.
That may not sound like much to most people, but it meant a lot to me. Eve trusted me with her children. She told me no man had ever been trusted to do that before.
I don't take that lightly.
Trust like that isn't casual. It isn't given out of convenience. It's built slowly, carefully. And today, I felt it land in a way that stayed with me long after we left the store.
Errands, Then Something Unexpected
Later in the day, I helped Eve run an errand. Nothing big. Just life moving forward the way it tends to.
And then, one more time, I went back—because she had picked something up for me. A small Christmas gift. Something she grabbed while she was out because she thought of me.
That part mattered more than I can easily explain.
The Gift That Wasn't About the Gift
It wasn't expensive. It wasn't flashy.
It was a mug with hot cocoa mix inside.
And I was genuinely thrilled.
Not because of what it was—but because of why it was. She thought of me. In the middle of everything she has going on, she paused long enough to think, He would like this.
I'd take that kind of gift over something expensive any day. Thoughtfulness carries weight. Intention lasts longer than price tags ever do.
I don't need grand gestures to feel seen. Sometimes a small, sincere moment says everything.
Back Home, Back to the Tree
After spending a little time together, I went home to finish wrapping and filling the space beneath the tree.
Upon finishing, there were 97 gifts. And somehow, it still doesn't feel like too many. Just... full. Generous. Alive.
There's something comforting about a tree that looks like it's holding more than it should.
A Shared Tradition
One thing that surprised me today was realizing Eve and I share nearly the same Christmas Eve tradition.
One gift opened tonight.
New pajamas for the kids.
Both of us. Independently. Without planning it.
That kind of overlap feels small—but meaningful. Like discovering a shared rhythm you didn't know you were keeping in step with.
What Tonight Left Me With
Tonight reminded me that love isn't always loud. Sometimes it's subtle. Sometimes it shows up as trust. Sometimes it's a mug filled with cocoa and a moment of being thought of.
I don't need extravagance.
I need sincerity.
And tonight, that felt like enough.
Tomorrow will be busy. Emotional. Loud in its own way.
But tonight—tonight felt warm.
And that's a gift I'll carry with me longer than anything wrapped under the tree.