Dialouge from Christmas morning~
4:48 AM- I hear the baby crying... (thinking to myself)- UGH! Hurry, I have to get to him before Luke and Owen wake up. I reach Jude before they hear him, or so I thought. Jude is soaked- UGH! again! Maybe I can get him changed, fed and back to sleep before Luke and Owen wake up this early. No such luck. Jude starts bucking on the changing table- he's WIDE awake, it's Christmas morning, of course- he's ready for presents... still no big boys... yet. All of a sudden, in the pitch of darkness.... in the loudest voice EVER!!!! "MERRY CHRISTMAS, MOM"!!!! I nearly jumped out of my skin, it scared me so much. And so the day began...
And a day it has been so far- I LOVE watching my boys with the wonderment, excitement and love all at once. Santa is so huge to them. Now, of course they do know the true meaning of CHRISTmas and briefly pause to remember that we're celebrating because of the birth of our savior- but come on, Santa to a 7 and 4 year old takes over their entire being for a few short hours on Christmas morning. And so it should....
Merry Christmas to all of our loved ones... And Merry Christmas to you, my boys. I am so blessed to be loved by the four of you. My cup runneth over....
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