days to come

Christmas and the day after have been filled with warm wishes and love.
For you as well, my prayer.

Sweet things like these have filled our home:

slumbering in till poppa got home, unwrapping oodles of goodies (like the woven knit hat above-ain't it pretty? and the classy "pee ewe" boxers), eating cream o' crab soup till stummy's could no longer manage the joy such tastes were bringing, remembering his love story as our day's tale, annual christmas concerting for the ma with spontaneous bursts of interpretive dance and belling, saying "merry merry christmas" and catching up with loved ones, reading the second book of hunger games while eating pez and roadtripping in red corduroy toms to find we would only creep on people till they willfully(ish) gave up their parking spot.

note to reader: never try shopping the day after christmas.

I hope you continue to find and/or let your secret blessings unfold...even if you think they are better left unseen.


Grace,
M