9pm. Quiet light filters the room. The smells of apple cider with mullen spices makes me nostalgic, and for a split second, when I close my eyes, I watch the wonder of my own childhood during this magical time of year.
As Layla lies next to me, her body still with sleep, I can't help but think what the holidays are going to look like through her eyes. The sheer joy, wonder and excitement that Christmas is about. I'm excited to have the privilege to experience what her life holds.
(ps sorry for the saptastic posts lately. My noodle is going to be a year old and I'm having a bit of a time coming to terms.)
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