We put up our magical tree and decorated it and recounted all of the memories associated with each and every ornament.
Your daddy went INSANE and put up lights all over the house. All it took was one comment from a neighbor upon walking by: "We look forward to your lights every year!" they exclaimed. And it was fuel to his Christmas spirit fire.
I also got a wild hair and decided to slow cook mulled wine for the first time ever. Holy moly! Talk about holiday warmth goodness. Add in a fire in the fireplace next to a freshly lit tree and stocking hung with care? I could die a happy woman tomorrow.
This life.
This family.
This home.
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