A Profound Statement

Yesterday morning, around 5:45 am, I was getting up to get ready for school. I had two gift bags next to me, ready to take with me. I had spent part of Thursday evening getting the tissue paper to look right, and getting the gifts in the bags the way I wanted them in. The card table is set up in our bedroom and there is "stuff" all over it: tape, ribbon, scissors, receipts, wrapping paper, tissue paper, gift bags, tags, lists, you name it. All around the floor are boxes, more tissue paper, more wrapping paper, gifts yet to be wrapped, Christmas cards, plastic bags, etc.

Ted was also getting up for the day and as he sat on the edge of the bed, he looked at me and said, "You don't really get to enjoy Christmas, do you?"

Wow....I think he gets it now.