Mason fell asleep already, Calhoun is lying next to him. Chloe is on the floor next to the laundry pile. There are scattered shipping boxes everywhere from the toys that have been arriving from Grandma and Grandpa. The dryer is turning over and over again, dancing with the heft of Mason's uniform....
.... I am lying in bed trying to convince myself to get up and do something productive.... but I keep getting distracted by a certain blond headed little boy.
He is trying to be quiet. Too quiet... almost.
On the second go around of me discovering B up and out of bed I find him lying on his back UNDER our Christmas tree. Our beautiful tree shipped in from up north. It is almost 9 feet tall, big and full and fragrant. The whole house is dark save the tree that is lit up in all white lights.... with my little boy lying under it, on his back looking up....
I was witnessing magic in action.... I thought for a moment how to handle the situation... since this was his second (maybe third) infraction.... but I succumbed to the moment and lay down under the tree with him... do you see what I see?
I saw our ornaments, the lights and I smelled the sap.... and I lingered (maybe a bit to long) with my child....
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That is a beautiful memory for you and B! WOW.
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