We took a few pics on Christmas morning. It was about what I expected… the boys were excited, bouncy, difficult to keep from tearing every present open in a minute flat. But that was a gift for me … to watch them so excited, bouncy, and happy about every gift, whether it was socks or a monster truck.
Nana, papa, and nan came to watch us open presents, another gift for me. Then a super special gift for all of us… a skype call with Ali, Moe, and Aaliyah. We missed them all day but said how fortunate we are that we can see and hear them so easily and that if it was twenty years ago we would only have snail mail and poor phone service and it would feel like she was in a black hole.
Then we opened presents. Oliver went from gift to gift, looking for his name. Both boys liked helping us and Eleanor open our gifts.
Precious picture of nan and eleanor.
For me, the spirit of Christmas has changed since having children. They are what make the decorations and tree trimming and crafts and all the rest worth it. They make the parades and office parties and santa play fun. To them, Christmas is magic and, while it is, I am going to try and see it through their eyes and enjoy every moment.