Meeting Santa

   Today the twins met Santa and it was me who cried. That sounds strange to hear, to read, to know is a fact, and yet it feels odd to my brain. D will talk to anyone, he has so much personality, knows no stranger, and wants to be friends with the whole world. Then we have V, easily overwhelmed, quick to shut down, careful, reserved, and as much as I am not sure about this label she is 'extra'.

   Every task big or small requires more (extra) for her. From a shower that cant be more than lukewarm, to dresses that cant have the wrong textures, to getting dressed and her hair brushed these things that happen every day are exhausting to both her and I but we get them done and then we have cuddles. 

  We start to get prepared to get ready hours before we have to leave yet still end up being late a lot of the time, but today was different! We spent some time last night talking about going to meet Santa. D was excited! V was reserved, yet excited as well! I just knew this was going to go great! We get dressed in comfy clothes for her, and D was semi dressed up there would be pictures. Not going to lie I was excited to have pictures to have this moment locked in history. WE'RE READY!

Here we go! Photo credit goes to me!

  There 15 minutes early we have to wait... during the wait Santa arrives. He stops by the car and speaks to the twins. They smile, D ready to tell the smiling man his whole list in 30 seconds or less. V giggles and says hi! She says hi y'all! This is going to be GREATNESS! 

  Its our turn, there are knots in my stomach will she have a breakdown will she be afraid to be there under the lights in a room with people she doesn't know. Walking through puddles, with a stern warning to D not to run, we enter the workshop of a local photographer. There in the big chair sits Santa! D runs to him while his sister is slower but still moving. A few pictures are taken and we are done! Oh no, Santa wants to talk; deep breath Nana this is fine. D is talking up a storm. V stands smiling. Then there are candy canes. D flies over to get his while watching him, we hear V talking to Santa. Not saying I don't know which has become her go to phrase, but talking! And this friends is where I tear up! She held a conversation with a person she doesn't really know, maybe it was the magick of Santa since she spoke not one word to the photographer, but to be honest I could care less! She took her candy cane from Santa and off we went.