We had a very important visitor last early evening. Big Boy, and why do I keep calling him that? Mason came to say hello. He did not find us too important because he slept through the entire visit except for a brief moment when I held him and spoke to him he opened his eyes, thought it wasn't worth the effort, and went back to sleep. I, however, took that moment as proof that he knew me, that he knew my voice. I could wax on and on, but, just to say, he is the most perfectly formed baby I have ever seen.
It does not seem like Christmas to me. It came so soon after the last one. Time is speeding up. I miss the slow meandering days of old, but then I am old. Even the seasonal decorations at night seem like they are trying hard to make up for those homes that have given up for the year. Well, I am looking forward to the new year...what else can one do? Make the most of it and appreciate every gasp of breath that we still have.
Merry Christmas and may the new year be good to you.
