The biggest Christmas miracle of all would be two children who slept until 8 am.
On Christmas day.
Yeah, I'm kinda wow too.
Saturday night has a whole part two that followed but I refuse to spoil what is shaping up to be a wonderful, cozy, quiet day by writing about it right now.
Harry Connick Jr. and vintage Glen Campbell are taking turns singing Christmas songs on the stereo, turkey is in the oven, and the fire is crackling and popping, warming up the whole house. Jacob just made a fresh pot of coffee and is busy doing nothing but watching the kids play with new board games while he sips from his cup and traces the tattoo on the back of my neck, the one that surprises people when I wear my hair up.
His phone didn't ring much yesterday and these have been two very close, very warm and devoted days.
I hope you're warm and happy too.
