It's 1AM on Christmas morning. We are home from Christmas Eve at my mother's and The Man and I just finished wrapping the last of the presents and putting them under the tree. The stockings are stuffed. The dollhouse is arranged for Clara to discover in the morning. The video camera is charging in the kitchen. My children are all sleeping and dreaming of Santa and reindeer. Or cellphones and ipods.
I am excited, but absolutely exhausted. Whether it should be or not, Christmas is hard work.
But before I go to bed, I wanted to stop best wishes to all of you who come here. To wish you well and let you know you are a blessing to me. Because that,
really is what it's all about.