SEVENTEEN...

My baby is seventeen. If that isn't something to shout from the rooftops I don't know what is. Alex had a fabulous birthday. He smiled more today than any other day this whole year. Teenage angst - ugh. I noticed he got a little teary eyed while we sang happy birthday to him but he quickly brushed away the tears with the back of his hand I pretended I didn't see it. I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE this boy - even on his worst door slamming, big attitude days I'll keep him. If you are new to this blog and want to know more about what a gift Alex is you can read here: All About Alex

So now the kids are all snug in their sleeping bags underneath the tree (their yearly tradition), I'm quietly clicking on the laptop, Christmas music is quietly playing on the radio and the snow is softly falling outside. I really hate to leave this bucolic setting but the laundry and last minute wrapping awaits.

Merry Merry Merry Christmas to you and yours. May the love and blessings of the season fall unto you and may all your most heartfelt prayers be answered (and that my friends is as religious as I get - it's a private thing).

Good night. Sleep tight...