Christmas with a little one is Christmas as it was intended to be enjoyed. Truly, more joyous than I'd ever imagined possible. My sleepy faced pajama clad boy with blankie in hand, his face lighting up at the sight of the Cozy Coupe car and its big red bow. My husband and I, as excited as our boy, sleepiness giving way to giddiness during a 6:45am celebration of Santa's middle night visit.
Mister A's smile sums up our holiday so far. Joy. Innocence. Oh, so special.