I spent the day squeezing some brown-eyed angels. And knitting. A peaceful day.And this was the best present of all: my three babies playing together on Christmas morning. I came around the corner when I heard some giggling, and here is what I found.
This is what Christmas memories are made of.
3 comments:
Merry Christmas to you, Katrina. What a beautiful snapshot! You're right-- those are the things that memories are made of.
Merry Christmas! It looks like you guys had the real meaning of the season.
Don't you love it when the kids play nicely together? Somehow it makes up for all the fighting they do. Hugs to all you guys!
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