Christmas was spent in the mountains of North Carolina with the Cozarts this year. My family is known for doing many "activities" when we are together. Along with the hustle and bustle of pre-Christmas, there are friends to see, parties to throw, hikes to take and dinners to attend. There is typically little down time until all the presents are unwrapped.
This year, however, the Norovirus imposed an activity-less holiday. The bug-spread by the cutest contagion you'll ever meet-struck hard and fast. The bad news? Vomit was a part of our Christmas. The good news? It forced us all to take it easy and mellow out. Well, that and not make any of us feel guilty about eating too many holiday treats.
But back to the photo above. Ever since I was pregnant with Mackenzie, I have dreamed of her first Christmas. I love Christmas. I mean love Christmas. I enjoy all the festivities that surround the holiday, but more than anything I love how Christmas feels. It's warm, cozy and joyful. And what's better than feeling warm, cuddly and joyful? Making those you love feel warm, cuddly and joyful. No better person to share that with than your child.
Peace, love and warmth--Merry Christmas.
