stockings lining the fireplace, lights winding round and round, and the crinkling of wrapping paper.
its december and im incandescently happy. our childrens’ laughter rings through the halls like bells and when i look at you, i know with certainty that i have all ive ever hoped for. it’s special, here, in this home we’ve built, and i cherish all you’ve given me… all we’ve given each other.