Why I Love My Husband, Christmas Edition
Because, when I’m not looking, he makes our daughter a Christmas suit out of foil wrapping paper and dresses her in it.
And then, suitably attired, they sit down for cocoa with marshmallows and smashed candy canes, and when I say to myself, this is golden, it is true both literally and figuratively. And my heart shimmers like her Christmas Suit, and life is good.
He gives me this. This is better than the bounty of a thousand Santas.
Posted by Her Bad Mother on December 22, 2009
Filed under: Flamily, Her Bad Christmas, Mush, The Husband, emilia, grace in small things
Tags: christmas, santa, win
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."What is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil." (Nietzsche, Aphorism 153, Beyond Good And Evil.) Not, unfortunately, beyond Dora dolls that shout 'WE DID IT!' when you step on them, but you learn to cope with that.
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