I think my favourite part of the day with him has to be at night time. It's when Papa and Noan stay back and I get to take Socks out on my own.
Last night we had a lovely walk. The snow was blowing and all the Christmas lights were lit. It was quiet and still. All I could hear were my own thoughts. The air was cold against my freshly washed face and I was warm while wearing a pair of my mom's hand knit woollen socks. It was beautiful and I loved every second of it. This is the kind of quiet Christmas moment that I cherish.
Quiet Christmas moments are hard to come by, aren't they?
ReplyDeleteI didn't realize how stressful the holidays are, until this year. Now that I'm the one that has to make the magic happen, rather than absorb it, I see how much work it can be.
I need a quiet Christmas moment.
ha! isn't that the truth! now that its up to us to make everything come together....it's busy busy busy! i hope you can find a breather!
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