From Christmas.

The very first for Maisie, the best yet for Hugo. Our girl playing in reindeer diapers under the tree. Our boy asking often if Santa Claus is coming to town. And he did - with a PJ Masks ship and Super Wings transformer toys and candy cane pajamas. 

We woke on Christmas Eve to the most delicious dusting of snow. It was a reminder of heaven come to earth, I think, and we rested in the silence for a good long while. 

There were carols at my sister's house, a pie night with family, afternoons with books and bouncing babies and warming homemade bread. Dates, just the two of us. An eight-month-old learning to crawl. A three-year-old still finding rest on his mama's chest. The good stuff. 

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