39 hours 15 minutes and counting vomit free. That's a Christmas fucking miracle if ever there was one.
Went to our box today and collected a pile of cards and a notice that one of you lovely people had sent a package that arrived in plenty of time for Christmas but that we were too sick to collect and now must wait until Tuesday. Thank you all for sharing your cards and children and names and postmarks with me these last few weeks, it has given me tremendous joy.
Thank you also, all of you, for enriching my life. I look forward every day to the little bits of conversation we share and I am richer and better and happier for each of you. You are all, every one of you, a Christmas fucking miracle, and don't you ever forget it.
The kitchen, the doggy, a huge bag full of balls, and two last-minute Elmo DVD's await Mia's discovery in the morning. Chris and I are beside ourselves with anticipation.
I hope you are all merry and bright. Happy Christmas.