Christmas Eve spent with family, eating, drinking, talking, laughing, being with the people we love.
Stomaches filled to the brim with homemade ravioli, having flourless chocolate cake anyway.
A cozy, overcast Christmas morning, everything quiet outside.
Two excited little ones, one who still believes and one who wishes she still could.
A little stack of packages, opened with abandon.
A breakfast of eggnog pancakes and bacon, more frothy eggnog on the side.
Playing new games, loving new toys, being together, being content, exactly where we are.
