One of my children ripped open a present on Christmas morning and said, “Oh, I didn’t deserve this!” It made me laugh as the light blinked on the video recorder. Those innocent words captured for years to come.
And I scrolled through December’s pictures.
And we took the long way home most evenings just to get a glimpse of the lit up tree in front of the library.
And there were plenty of parties and games and sugar cookies.
And we saw Christmas through the eyes of a baby this year.
Amidst boxes and bows, J and I watched our children play while snow fell outside the window.
And I had to agree with that little wise child of mine. No, I didn’t deserve this gift either.