Sunday, December 24, 2006

Christmas Eve 2006

Dear Christian,

Tonight is Christmas Eve. We went to your grandfather's cousin, Daisy's house to spend the day with family. You played with your cousin Caius and your grandparents and sang Christmas Carols and we all had a good time. You've been sick with strep throat the past few days but that hasn't stopped you from being your goofy self. Crawling around, pulling yourself up with whatever furniture you can - then letting to go to see if you can balance only to find yourself flat on your cute little round butt.

Here is a picture of you and Caius. He had a bowl of crackers that you kept snatching from him. You probably get that from mommy - you bully.

When we got home tonight, you took a bath, put on your pjs and as you were nursing, you let out a big fart and we both laughed.

What I'll remember most about this Christmas Eve is the way you were in my arms with your head resting against my chest in your dimly lit nursery. As I was about to put you down in your crib for the night, you lifted your head up to look at me and gave me the sweetest kiss and rested your head back against my chest. So I held you for awhile longer - to soak up the moment. That was the best Christmas gift I could have ever asked for. Thank you my baby. You bring more joy than I have ever known. I am so proud to be your mommy. I love you.