Our seventeen-year-old and almost nineteen-year-old woke us this morning, like they did when they were little. Except this time it was because they were excited to give us gifts they bought for us.
Our oldest bought me a lovely teapot because I don't write without a steaming mug of herbal tea beside me.
And our younger son filled a basket with our favorite food and drinks.
Hubby knocked it out of the park, as usual, and got me something I will really enjoy . . .
A purple bike -- just like my sister and I shared when we were kids, well, except that one had a sparkly banana seat and a flowered basket for library books. I got my first real bike from my mom when I was 14. Now, at 46, this is only my third bike. Can't wait to ride it!
And here's a closeup of the shirt Hubby snagged for me from the Newseum in D.C. . . .
It's true, especially when the food is chocolate chip mint ice-cream.
Oldest son and I each got my hubby an e-reader. Oops. A Kindle and a Nook Color. Which one should he keep?
Our faraway family sent gift cards and books and all manner of goodies. And mostly love.
Even the pups got things to chew on and chase. The cat snubbed her new catnip toy as all regal felines must.
I was happy to have all my guys home with me, even the four-legged ones.
Happy holidays to all, and to all a good night . . .