CHRISTMAS 2013

I really wanted to sit down and write something on Christmas Eve, but to be honest I was exhausted.  Not in a bad way.  But in a my heart is overflowing I can't believe this is my life sort of way.  The if I got any happier I think my heart just might explode kind of way.  And so after bringing up the presents and sitting them around the tree, watching the lights twinkle and reflect in the window and, hearing  the fire crackling...I went to bed.  Knowing that Santa was coming.

After reading THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS to the boys, we kept asking the boys if they could hear him (Santa).  Or the reindeer?  We'd say hurry and look out the window and maybe they would be able to see him in the sky.  At first the boys were into it...but then Beckett jumped off the couch and said, "I'm so scared."  and began to scream.  He didn't want to see Santa.  No sooner than Beck began crying,  Blake began too.  They literally clung to us.  So we just sat there on the couch, all four of us.  Listening to Christmas music.  And before we knew it...the boys had fallen asleep in our arms.  BEST GIFT EVER.