My baby is not so much a baby anymore. Although, as I repeatedly tell him, he will always be my baby. He will just have to live with that fact. He’s thirteen going on twenty. Even still he is a sweet baby.
So sweet, that he was willing to pretend that he still believes in Santa Claus 🎅 as he thought that would make me happy. I shook my head and giggled when he admitted this to me. Although 13 years old, he is a child with a heart of gold. I am quite lucky. And that admission of his warmed my heart and was a Christmas gift in of itself.
With the pandemic still impacting our lives, sweet little moments like that take on extra meaning. Such moments are to be treasured. And, when I’m feeling anxious I can just think back to his cute face as he told me his Santa Claus story.
With that I leave you to spend time with family. May this holiday season bring you all joy.
Here’s to what little gifts surround us everyday.