It has been a busy, at times hectic, Holiday Season. We hosted Thanksgiving for the first time in either of our adult lives last month; then we hosted Savannah’s 4th b-day party; we babysat a bunch last week and visited Santa; today is Christmas (so all the prep work like putting toys together, wrapping presents, crying into large glasses of wine.) and we’re heading to visit Kenny’s family a few hours away. In all the rushing and cleaning and cooking and prepping it’s easy to forget what this is all about. This morning, however, I was reminded while watching my babies open their gifts and screech in delight. That joy is worth all the long lines and all the money in the world. I am so thankful and grateful that my kids only know really good Holidays and birthdays. I am thankful for the innocence that lets them believe in Santa. I am grateful that no one has tried to tell my kids Santa isn’t real yet. Partially because I don’t want anyone ruining the giggling, effervescent joy they posess but also because I’d scratch their whore eyes out and I don’t have bail money. Find joy today, friends. Even if you’re alone this Holiday, especially then. Here’s some pics of my kids being cute.
