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It was a merry Christmas, indeed. Sunny requested that every member of the family sing Rudolph at least five times, and if we hadn’t distracted her with cookies, it could have gone on all day.

I particularly love Courtland chilling on the couch in the corner of the video and my raspy, out of pitch voice enthusiastically blaring in the background. Sunny sure did love twirling that Christmas skirt, too.

James and I were nostalgic, emotional messes most of the day. Okay, mostly me, although he deigned to admit that it was a pretty magical state of affairs. We realize that we’ll only get so many Christmases like this where both of our families – our parents, our siblings, our friends, our children – are all alive, healthy, well, happy. Christmases where our children wholeheartedly believe in the magic of Santa, and joy and happiness are in abundance. We are very very blessed. And filled with ooey, gooey, weepy gratitude.

It really was the perfect Christmas.