Nothing says Christmas like thoughtful gifts given and received and a fake fire on your tv screen.
So, I may live to regret the gold gifts of box turtles for the boys this year. But, they were thrilled with their new buddies Jones and Timber. I may have seen a tear in Drew’s eye (and that wasn’t the pink eye he woke up with I’m taking about).
I am typing in the dark now, sitting on the floor of a bedroom in my parents’ house with my husband out cold in the bed beside me, the man who somehow rallied despite jet lag and then finally collapsed, and the sound of snoring around me as one son sleeps in a chaise lounge by the bed and another on the floor in the walk-in closet. And, my heart is full.
Midmorning today, Lydia came up to me after we had opened our gifts and stockings and as we were packing up to leave for Nanma and Grandaddy’s house.
“Mama, I’m a little sad.”
“Why, honey?”
“Because we have to wait a long, long time for Christmas again.”
Yup. Let’s just hit rewind and do the day all over again. Fine by me.
