Dear Diary,

Christmas is right around the corner and it seems so weird that I haven’t spoken to my family in months.  It’s not the way I pictured my life to have turned out.  Granted I also didn’t picture myself being in a committed lesbian relationship either.

Bette’s amazing and we get closer every day.  It’s been a four and a half months since I moved in with Bette and nine and a half months since we met and it has never been better.  Here I am sitting in the living room of my house waiting for the love of my life to get home from a meeting with an artist and despite the way some things in my life are I am incredibly happy.

Dear Diary,

It’s Christmas Eve.  I wanted the traditional open presents on Christmas day holiday observance and despite Bette over anxiousness to give me my presents today she agreed that it would be nice to wake up in the morning and give each other our presents in front of our Christmas tree.

Speaking of the Christmas tree, I was raised in a house that the live tree was decorated with ornaments passed down from family and ornaments made by us kids during school.  When Bette got out her Christmas decoration I found out she was a fake tree, because it wasn’t messy and monochromatic color scheme type of person.  That discovery led to a discussion and a compromise on both of our parts.  We went out and got a live tree and got out her silver and blue ornaments to put on the tree.  I did add a little purple to the color scheme which was kind of sneaky on my part because I did it while Bette was at work one Saturday morning.  But she didn’t even notice that the tree was now silver, blue and purple.  Sometimes she doesn’t notice the obvious things right in front of her.

Now as I am sitting here I notice that the mound of presents is a little overdone.  We both went a little crazy with our buying.

Dear Diary,

Midnight.  She woke me up at midnight.  I had been peacefully asleep for two hours and was awoken by my love kissing me.  I slowly opened my eyes and saw her looking back at me.