I loved being just as excited about Christmas morning as my kids were. I was the first one up, way too early, because I couldn't sleep. I loved our tree as it glittered so imperfectly in the early morning darkness (our prelit progressively lost its lights as the month went on).
I loved sitting with Drew on the couch in the morning quiet, while we waited for the others to wake up.
I loved their nervous anticipation.
I loved that Reed was just as excited for his sister to get gifts from Santa as he was about his own.
I loved Drew's face when he realized there was stuff inside the Skylanders storage case, too.
I loved that Ruby's is super excited about dental hygiene.
I loved it when he said "This is the best Christmas ever!"
I loved that I didn't spoil the magic.
I loved their expressions.
I loved that she couldn't wait.
I loved it when she said "JOY!"
I loved that they loved these.
I loved that I was able to give to Ruby my old baby doll crib. And that Joy was the only doll allowed to sleep in it all day long.
I loved this morning with them.
I loved the warmth of this family.
And I loved the joy and the time and the tradition of this day.