It was our equivalent of Christmas Eve. The girls were headed out of the country for Christmas so we had time with them before they left. While their baby brother slept, they were excited about presents. Sleep was elusive for these two.
Their grandfather, an early morning person, was long since out of bed. Georgie the golden grand-dog had already taken her space on the bed by the time the girls arrived in the room. There we were, three of us cuddled in bed with Georgie warming our feet.
As I lay there laughing, talking with and tickling them at 5:30 that morning, I knew what my present was this year and every year. Nothing could ever match these special moments.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone. I wish you joy!