Mellow Sunday morning, watching the rain, listening to “A Charlie Brown Christmas” (the album, not the TV special), and finishing up the decorating that Mark started last week. And I’m pondering how much I love my boy and how glad I am we’re spending our second Christmas together by spending out first one in the same city and the same house…
Yeah, it’s nauseating, I know. But I’m feeling more mushy than usual this week. Mom’s Christmas present is looking to be absolutely sentimental even…