The last few days have been a whirlwind. We spent Christmas Eve at my parents opening gifts, then went to Cassie's mom's house for Christmas dinner and gifts there. Somewhere in between, we opened gifts here at the house and I got sick. Very, very sick.
So bad that Cas had to drive home last night from her mom's. I'm lying in the front seat, feeling like someone had went after my tonsils with a steel brush and some guy named Tony or Sal or Vinnie has taken a baseball bat to my knees. I, to put it lightly, was miserable.
At that point, I look over at my wife in the front seat, my son Natthan in the second-row, and my daughter Savannah, who was curled up in the third row, fast asleep. Joe was in there somewhere, but he was sitting directly behind me, so I couldn't see him. I realized that I had had the best Christmas ever.
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Awwwww - me too, baby. Love you!
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