Admittedly the best.
I just figured out that I'm a grownup. I'm 40, and have a family which I look around and realize that I'm the
Most important, though, is that Christmas doesn't mean that I want anything, anymore. I want to be with my family, and to see the kids open some presents. I want to see them happy, yet not overwhelmed and spoiled.
This morning, my nine year old handed me a cup of coffee and a hand-made Christmas card. On the front was a monochromatic Christmas tree and the words "Merry Christmas! Daddy." On the inside was written:
I can't be your friend, but I can be your daughter-- and I am grateful for just that. Love, [Nine Year-Old].
Huh. Could have sworn she used a Sharpie. Can't figure out why the ink seems to be blurring.
I hope your day is filled with the warmth that is in my heart, right now.