I always imagine what the Eve of Christmas will look for my future children...And then when it is over, I always wish that every day was the eve of Christmas. There is just something highly special about anticipating such a special day, the magic to come, the time spent with family, the words spoken and unspoken. Though Christmas Eve looks differently now, it is still filled with the memories of reindeer dust and putting out cookies for santa, cozy pajamas, trees lit with the cheer of the days to come. And now with three different families comes three different magical eves all with different cultures and traditions. The Eve of every new day can be whatever you want it to be-and isn't that the absolute beauty of life in anticipation for a new day filled with new memories.