Little hands. Little feet. Little hiccups.
A very Merry little Christmas for us indeed.
This morning I read my little Scarlette the story of Christmas. She opened her eyes wide as I told her about a promise, a star, and a baby in a manger.
Then she pooped on me.
It's the best Christmas Eve I've ever had.
Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men. Luke 2:14