I've discovered that writing slows time down too.

It's also a better indicator of a good day than video or pictures.

Mine and Annalisa's wedding for instance. Pictures or video don't do that day justice like my own chronology captured here.

What does this mean to me?

I think it means that writing now is worth more than a thousand words later.

Whoa. Anecdotes collide. Pretty.

I'm reading "The Sparrow" by... Mary Russell I think... Linguistic Jesuit priest in space. Pimplicious.

You know how great it is when a book grabs you in the first few pages? Love that.

Anyways. I began my Christmas feeding Ethan a bottle at 3am and reading The Sparrow. Delicous contentment. Warm and cozy with my little homey and a book.

Delight followed in our annual trek to other people's houses. High pitched greetings. Raucous White Elephants. Deep comfy couches. Bows, laughter, coniferous everywhere, tired babies. A random DDT. Moments of life contemplation.

Beauty.

How do you share knowing that your children were happy today? What word conveys that joy?
It's like all the fear and love in my heart decided to hug today... They just kicked up their feet and read a book together. That's how I ended my day too.

Christ's Mass.
Christmas.

Nothing was forced leading up to Christmas this year. I fought the temptation many times. A little extra effort on both our parts and stress gets ushered out and humility, sensitivity, and peace enter in.

Gifts were bought. Chores were done.

Was there enough of "remembering that Christmas is celebrating Jesus' birth?"

My little boy calls. He's hungry.

Another day begins.