We didn't take one picture on Christmas day. Not one picture of the look on Ana's face when she opened her typewriter from Santa Claus. Not one shot of Jack dumping out his stocking and seeing little presents and candy. We didn't capture Katie opening present after present.
And we are okay with that. Christmas was a wonderful day. We were all happy and relaxed, though very tired, given the fact that Ana was up at 2 a.m. and refused to fall back asleep except for a couple quick dozes.
But my favorite moment was walking through the quiet house the next morning from my bedroom.
Ana was busy typing away on her new delightful toy.
Katie was playing quietly and happily at the (not new, but still) kitchen.
And Jack was happily building with his new Lego set at the dining room table.
It was a perfect moment. Exactly what you hope a post-Christmas day to be and feel like. The kids were happy and helpful most of the day, too. And we had a nice turkey dinner with our neighbors.
Everyone is happy. I felt like Santa did a good job this year. Today the snow is coming down, my family is nice and warm inside. This is happiness.













