221. A new Christmas Eve tradition started, that of Marty opening his birthday gift from me (nearing or close to midnight) while the babies are asleep and we can be alone.
222. Eating like royalty on Christmas Day -- though next year I'm definitely backing off the mimosas in the morning, ha!
223. Church service on Christmas Eve, closing with candlelight and singing of carols, everyone wearing red and green and white and just feeling the communal warmth and love and excitement.
224. Getting to hear "The Hallelujah Chorus" in aforementioned church service.
225. Lovely gifts from my husband -- robe, fuzzy socks, perfume, sweater (my first from Anthropologie, woot!!!), and Agatha Christie's autobiography.
226. Reading today from aforementioned book this line of remembrance AC had about her mother (my hope is to be a mom like this!):
Something else came to me then, besides the joy of [my bird's] return, the strength of my mother's love and understanding when there was trouble. In the black abyss of misery, holding tight to her hand had been the one comfort. There was something magnetic and healing in her touch. In illness there was no one like her. She could give you her own strength and vitality.227. A Starbucks gift card from my brother-in-law!
228. The absolute, unmitigated delight my children experienced opening their presents. Who needs gifts for yourself when there is a child's joy to partake in???
229. The fact that the most popular present of the day was a $4 flashlight from Will's stocking. The runner-up was a $14 play cell phone for Lucy. Isn't this always true with kids?
230. The quiet calm of the day after Christmas; getting the chance to start looking forward to a new year and new beginnings.