Merry Christmas.

An entire month has been spent planning for the next 2 days. The decorations have been decked, the tree has been trimmed, the carols have been sung, the grocery store has been conquered, and the gifts have been wrapped. Check, check, check, check and check.

Now all I have to do is clean the hardwood floors, vacuum the upstairs, scrub scrub scrub our shower, make my homemade cranberry sauce, and pack our bags for our Christmas Eve sleepover at Pop Pop's. Beautiful.

Tonight Danny and I are moving around our bedroom furniture (because it's been 5 months now and it's time). We're also cleaning out our closets and giving stuff away because we have too much of it and we know we'll only have more after Christmas morn.

Am so excited to read the Chirstmas story once more, wake up on Christmas next to my husband, and watch everyone else open the gifts I so carefully picked out (because giving really is so much better than getting.).

Will write again next week. Am hoping to get in a regular rhythm again. Can you blame a girl? Life is sometimes too wonderful to capture in words.

Merry Christmas, friends!

PS Today I am thinking about all the cookies I didn't make this year. If only I had that KitchenAid Mixer I was too afraid to register for. It's too expensive. Yes, yes. Expensive. But someone, someone, out there would have perhaps bought it for me. Oh well.

PPS I have little cracks all over my hands and they are so sad and mad at me. I just bought some lotion and am hoping to make them happy once again.

PPPS Denver now knows how to sit, shake, stand up, get down, jump over hurdles (my legs), and give kisses. What a good boy. Next on the list is laundry. And 5-star cooking.