twenty dollar bill
December the 25th finally was here. She arrives like she always does; hitting us with a set of bricks, only this time a few less bricks. My oldest patiently waited for me to join her downstairs. She ooo-ed and awe-ed at her pile (yes... pile... insert palm to forehead). We waited patiently until her younger sister woke up. Truthfully though, we had to wake her up because she wasn't 100% well and had forgotten it was Christmas. I was simply happy she slept so late! She did perk up a little bit when we said there are some presents under the tree. They both rejoiced in their own ways over the glory of having gifts. Then it was our turn. My oldest, Stella, had wrapped our presents a while back and "hid" them in her closet. She was pleased with herself for having a gift for everyone and takes this very seriously. A while back I told her my favorite gift is a love letter and I don't need one thing. I remember her taking this in, even for someone who adores written aff