Christmas Eve, and the Concordians should be just about starting their trek south to us. We hope to see them before midnight.
This is the first Christmas sweet B at least partially understands. Considerable excitement — mostly, it seems, less to do with gifts than with standing in her learning tower baking holiday goodies with mommy and daddy.
“Let’s make cookies!,” she exclaimed to H the other day. “I haven’t picked my nose today!” (Sent off to soap and water despite admirable naso-digital restraint.)
And she’s apparently looking forward to more of the same (baking, not nose-picking) this weekend. “I’m going to make gingerbread with Deen, maybe,” she told her mom. “I hope she has all the ingredients.”
I think she does, Sweetness, but there might not be time between the hugs.
Peace, kindness, generosity, and understanding to all.
Cheers.
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