Thanks for reading! About the 5 words, they don't have to be related to Wemma! They can be about anything! I think from now on I'll be including 2 entries per chapter unless the events become very long (I don't have to attention span to write and review very long chapters!) I'm so happy that people are reading this and following it and favoriting it and all that jazz!
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Hi Diary,
It's hard to believe Christmas is less than a month away. This year has been a whirl wind. I got a girlfriend and a daughter this year and I couldn't be happier. Dianna is starting to call me Daddy but sometimes she does call me Will. It bugs Emma that she still calls me Will sometimes. I could care less, I'm just happy to have her with me.
I'm not looking forward to Christmas this year. I'm not the best at shopping for presents and I think Emma deserves something better than a song from the glee kids (but that may be one part of it). After a few Christmases and birthdays with me Terri just instructed me to buy her visa gift cards. Where's the heart in that? I guess the daddy-daughter duo will have to think of something before December 25th.
Wish me luck.
Will.
Diary,
Christmas began with a bang and ended with a bang. We began the day with Dianna being very excited as every little kid is on the day that Santa comes. She was running around the corner into the living room and slipped on the hardwood floors. (Damn you Cinderella footy pajamas) She split her lip and blood went everywhere. I spent my Christmas morning in the ER with a crying two year old while Emma very reluctantly stayed home and cleaned up the blood that was in the carpet (her OCD had taken over at that point). She joined us just as D was getting her stitches. I don't know who was crying more; Emma or Dianna. Just note to self: NO FOOTY PAJAMAS ARE TO BE WORN TO BED ON CHRISTMAS EVE.
That's how Christmas began. We got home around eleven (Dianna fell around 6am. The one day she wakes up early she ends up sedated). We opened our presents and called relatives. Neither of us planned to see our parents over the holidays in hopes to have a quiet, drama free holiday. All afternoon we watched Disney movies (Cinderella and Snow White are both Emma and Dianna's favorites. I forced them to watch Bambi. Guess who cried watching that.), Frosty the Snowman and Rudolph. We had take out for dinner. Like I said, quiet and drama free. Dianna had a lot of energy despite of this morning's event so we went out and played in the snow for a little while. I think she wanted to stay out longer but both Emma and I were freezing.
We ended the day with a special gift from D and I to Emma. Dianna ran into our room where Emma was yelling "Mommy Mommy! Outside!" over and over again. I was waiting for them at the door smiling. Dianna and I had built an igloo earlier that day. She was very proud to show Emma what was inside and so was I. I had put Emma's present in there, an old copy of the Little Princess (Emma's favorite childhood book). The inside was cut out and a ring was placed in that spot. Emma had looked at Dianna very confused and walked out to find me. She found me alright, on one knee. That's when I popped the question to her.
I'm an engaged man now. I'm engaged to the most beautiful woman I know.
Tomorrow will be a recovery day for all three of us after Dianna's stitches, Christmas and our engagement.
This turned out to be a pretty dang good Christmas, Diary, if I do say so myself!
Will
