I love Christmas morning. That moment of anticipation just before your head hits the pillow on Christmas Eve and then all of a sudden its morning – usually 6am with a child whispering in your ear if its time to get up.
This year it was just Grant and I by ourselves. We realised that this was quite possibly our first ever Christmas alone and while I missed the kids laughter and oohing and aahing over their gifts, it was nice to wake up slowly and just revel in the moment.
As we exchanged gifts, I thought I was on a winner with the iPod shuffle and DVD collection I gave to him – I knew he’d love them. I felt so spoiled when Grant gave me a beautiful pair of earrings. Then when he appeared with another small box that wasn’t from under the tree my heart skipped a beat. He had a huge grin from ear to ear as he handed me the box and waited patiently for me to open it.
The iPod kind of pales in comparison doesn’t it?
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