I have a mirror hanging over our kitchen sink (mirrors in smaller homes are a wonderful thing), and as I was doing dishes on Christmas Eve I noticed that I am getting (ok, have) some serious puppet wrinkles/laugh lines around my mouth. But after a moment of "aw, man, this stinks" thinking, I decided I wouldn't trade them for anything.
If I only had one word to describe this Christmas? Laughter. My family is funny. Very funny. And I'm so glad that laughter is a permanent guest whenever we gather. Trouble? Didn't even knock this year.
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