Sofia is 72 hours out of the OR and climbing on furniture, shaking her booty to High School Musical, and eating turkey like a Pilgrim.
When we brought Sofia home from the hospital, she and her sister hugged so hard I lost my breath for a moment.
Tomorrow Pete will lug the 15 rubbermaid tubs full of Christmas flair out of the basement.
My wineglass is full and the DVR is loaded.
Game on.
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It's now in the past. On with Christmas!
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