Today was a beautiful day. Our whole little family got together and celebrated Christmas a day early. My mother looked beautiful. My sister and her kids (plus my nephew’s girlfriend) were on time and doing great. My brother, sister-in-law, and their two boys had finally gotten enough sleep (nephews had been sick all week so hardly anyone had been sleeping at that house) and were in a great mood. My dad was in fine form. Oh, and Rob and I were there, too.
We opened gifts, ate (wayyyy too) much, played, coloured, shared stories. It was just a beautiful day.

I think one of my favourite moments was this one: my father reading the pop-up book I’d given them to my nephews.