Crying At Christmas: The Best Gift
The other night after Olivia was in bed, Chris and I sat on the couch to catch up on our DVR.
I glanced over at our beautiful, small, brightly-lit Christmas tree and tears started welling up in my eyes.
He looked at me like I was crazy.
Crying during an episode of "Modern Family" threw him off a bit.
"What's wrong, babe?" he asked.
"No more waiting," I said.
He knew exactly what I meant.
This year is different than all other Christmases.
We don't have to wait to wrap those small packages with tiny, shiny bows.
We don't have to wait to start traditions of cookie baking, movie-watching and Christmas bedtime
stories with our baby.
The best gift of all is here.
And our sweet daughter gives us more joy, happiness than any stocking stuffer or any beautifully
wrapped box under the tree.