I desperately hope I am dreaming... but then just as sure as the first time, "Mom!"
I roll over and find I am nose to nose with mister energy himself, as if he found the secret espresso mines of the great starbucks and ate the beans whole... "Mom, it is Christmas!"
I mumble less coherently than I believed I did, "It is the middle of the night, go back to bed, why are you even up?"
These are the days we will remember.
The magic of childhood, the sweetness and care for each other.
Thank you God for the day, your Son, and my family and friends.