Christmas Day sucked. I was sick and wasn't in my own bed because I was in California. Blah. I spent most of the day sprawled out on Death's door mat clutching my aloe Kleenex box and diet Coke. I didn't take one picture and I won't remember a thing. But I will remember Jack's superb super hero costume that my mother in-law made. And I will remember those handmade tamales from my brother in-law Ricky. I guess it didn't suck that bad. I think I was just disappointed in myself for getting sick at all. I haven't been sick in years and I take great pride in that. Ask Ethan, I brag every time he gets sick. So naturally, he had a small sense of satisfaction seeing me hack and moan.
Christmas Eve was the best. Ethan had to work so I took my boys to Huntington Beach in search of some Christmas contrast. And we definitely found it. It was so very warm and there was the slightest breeze. The sun felt so good on my face. The boys were a dream come true. No crying, fighting or tattling. Just the sound of laughing and the ocean. It was one of those gratitude moments. The type of moment where you feel so happy and so content.
I hope you and yours enjoyed your holidays. I am excited about going into a new year. This last year seemed like a doozy. So I am ready for a new one.