Christmas Morning

They are all asleep upstairs, my three grown children, though they have their own beds, in their own apartments somewhere else now.

It is their first, and possibly their best, Christmas gift to me. I can feel them breathing.

I always could.

(Tomorrow there will be stockings, and Christmas Pancakes, and presents and laughter. Now, outside… it is snowing. Perfect.)

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Kristen Frederickson says:

December 28, 2012 at 12:48 am

I feel tears coming. Thank goodness they are home, for you. I can feel this in my future. Thank you for making it seem all right.

Afterhood