And to All a Good Night

Today was officially the quietest Christmas of my life. The presents were modest, but fun. Okay, so the little PDA I got wasn't exactly modest, but it was about all I got;-). Definitely no complaints, as I've gotten older I've come to realize that it really isn't about the presents but rather about family and being together and celebrating the most important things in life. When I was a kid there Christmas had a kind of magic to it and I kind of miss that wide-eyed excitement I felt every Christmas morning, but now that I'm a little more grown I've found new magic, a more lasting kind then even Santa Claus could bring.

The frustration of the day came from trying to make a bunch of international phone calls. I can only talk to the brothers on Christmas and Mother's Day, so I'm sure you can imagine how much I wanted to talk with them. Of course, all of the circuits were busy, we had a mix-up in the timing schedule so the brother in Chile felt a little bereft when I told him I had to call him back because we were in the middle of talking to the brother in Brazil. It was so wonderful to talk to them, though. I love those guys.

I just finished shoveling the snow. It was kind of fun, and the peaceful silence of a snowy evening is priceless.