I could say more than that, or wax rhapsodic about family and the holidays and how much I love it all…but I have boys to love on and dinner to prep and Christmas Nachos to put in the oven for lunch (we all have our traditions) and a little boy’s guitar to tune (a real one!) and caffeine to pound because of the early wake up call and mini marshmallows to clean up from the marshmallow crossbows the boys got (nothing says Christmas like shooting your brother with marshmallows at 6:30 am on Christmas Day) and the basics of grammar to relearn for this is an epic run-on sentence and
…just Merry Christmas to you and your family.
Merry Christmas! We need to get together soon so our boys can pelt each other with marshmallows while we sit back, drink wine, and laugh our asses off at them!