Well, another Christmas day has come and gone.
There are toys on the floor of every room in this house; shiny gift bows are rolling through the main hallway like tumbleweeds; and I'm still in my fleece duckie PJs (please see the right photo, above).
But the kitchen is clean; the dishes have been put away; and I'm enjoying a glass of sweet red wine as I write this...
We are tremendously blessed.
And I take absolutely nothing for granted.
Not our health, not the Italian feast we inhaled at dinnertime; and certainly not each other.
All I wanted for Christmas is what money can't buy...and I'm grateful to have received it.
I hope your day -- and those that remain of this holiday season -- are filled with the things that make your heart full and light.
I'll be back on Monday with another brand-spanking-new post, my last of 2014.
In the meantime, tell me this: Is the old adage really true? That kids enjoy playing with boxes and wrapping paper more than the toys inside of them?
But will she still be this way at, say, 17?
Because giving her a bow and a roll of wrapping paper as opposed to an iPhone 37 will save her father and me a on of money.
Merry Christmas to all of you!