The boys are sequestered in Eight's bedroom building their new Lego train set. Every so often they emerge with requests for help. They turn to walk to the room but stop, turn around, and walk to me silently. They kiss me on the cheek. On the forehead. On the lips.
They love Christmas. And so do we.
Merry Christmas to all! Wishing you lots of magical kisses from your kidlings and loved ones.
