briefly, before I sleep

I'm sitting here in the glow of the lights from the tree, listening to the rain.  The kidlet is at his dad's, and I just got home from a very nice date.  Christmas was very much as it has been ever since I can remember.  The kidlet's wholehearted belief in the magic of Santa pierces me to the core.  Every Christmas, as we listen to my Grandmother sing, we wonder if it's going to be the last year she is with us.  There are songs I never want to hear again after she is gone.  This afternoon we packed the car full of boxes and bags. As the ferry pulled away from the dock at Winslow, the kidlet laid splayed out on one of the long benches.  "Look, Mom!" he said, leaning his chin on the windowsill, "I can see the Space Needle."

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[Kimberly]

Glad you had a good Christmas, and a good date. Looking forward to hearing more about both...