...a few Christmas moments I want to embed in my brain...
Caroline oohing and ahhing at her new baby doll, especially the blinky eyes.
Sam solemnly saying after seeing a Nerf gun commercial: "I can't have one of those. I'll shoot my eye out."
The complete fog that can only be brought about by 17 hours of preparations followed by Midnight Mass.
Seeing my dad and my brother in the pews at Christmas Day mass, and realizing that once again the four of us are together as a family.
Caroline, after crying when he got near all during Thanksgiving, crawling up on Papa's knee.
Papa, Nick, Pops, Craig, Ana, Alexandra, me, Sam, Caroline and Mark completely overrunning our tiny condo from top to bottom on Christmas Day, and me not caring about the mess.
Being able to put together a (mostly) lovely meal for people I care about.
Hearing "I want that on my Christmas list!" for the last time, at least for a few months.
Remembering that, like labor, Christmas preparations are intense, thankless, painful and arduous when you're in the midst of them. But, when you see the result, not only is it worth it, but you somehow find yourself eager to sign up for it again.
A new thing
3 days ago