I finally got around to putting up the tree and lights. Bad news is that my six year old, Nat, is drawn to the lights like a moth to a flame.
Christmas came early.
This morning I had to wash my daughter (little A)’s security blankets. She has two and I had to sneak off with them in order to get them clean. I’ve never seen her so happy as when I gave them back to her. She was rolling around in them and singing in them. Maybe I should get a security blanket. I know God is better than a security blanket, but she sure seemed happy this morning.
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