Christmas Eve.

I can barely contain my excitement for tomorrow morning's festivities.  It will be our 3rd Christmas with Winslow, but this is the first year she's started to take it all in and that changes EVERYTHING. Forever.  It's all about the smile that the holiday season brings to this girls face...

…while trying to teach her the real meaning for this season.  

6am tomorrow: I'll be sitting by her door like an excited puppy dog, waiting for a peep and my cue to burst in and drag her half opened eyes to the tree to start unwrapping.  And she'll look at me and say, "Get a grip, Mom."

Merry Christmas Eve :)