Animals snoozing in the glow of the twinkle lights. The last of the presents are wrapped. Stockings are stuffed. One lone green construction paper link remains from our countdown to Christmas chain.
Eight years into it and it's still surreal to be the parent on Christmas Eve. Because I still feel like the child.
For the first time in forever we headed out to the Christmas Eve service. As a family. So very, very blessed.
A delightful dinner out and the long way home winding through neighborhoods, oohing and ahhing at the lights.
There are no plans for tomorrow. Nowhere we need or even want to be. Homemade, build-your-own, pizza is on the menu. Next Christmas we will return to our normal holiday programming and traditional fare. But this year? This is just for us. And everyone is okay with that.
One more glass of wine. Two short kiddos will have us up early!
Merry Christmas to all. And to all, a good night!