



It seems I am asked everyday if Christmas is tomorrow. Every toy my daughter sees belongs on her list for Santa to buy her...if only. Last night while playing with her doll house that Santa so kindly brought her last Christmas she says, "I can't wait to see Santa so I can tell him thank you for my doll house!" Is it bad that I secretly hope that they discover the truth behind Santa sooner then later? I'd love to take credit for the guy.
He can turn any frown upside down. We have grown attached. He hasn't even been in this world for a year yet and I can not imagine my life without him. The truth is it was love at first sight, life was changed the second I looked at him. He kept me up all night, and this morning I may be tired, but I still smile thinking of his toothy grin. I dare you to look at him and not instantly have a better day!