Christmas is coming...
Well this is my first live journal entry. I can only think about one thing... Christmas. I have been eating sleeping and breathing Christmas since the last scrap was clean off my thanksgiving plate. Christmas crafts, cookies, parades, shopping, decorating, more shopping. Sometimes I just want to freeze time, Yesterday when my four year was cosentrating so carefully on rolling out his sugar cookie dough ball. I looked at him, his wild blonde hair, brows furrowed, and a dash of flour across his cheek and on his nose. Its moments like those that I wish I could keep forever, long after the wrapping is torn and the gifts are long gone, I want to be able to visit these happy times.