Christmas morning was filled with all kinds of sweetness this year. The kind that is hard to write about, just as the treasures experienced the evening before were. In fact the entire Christmas celebration, from begining to end was so different and new, and exciting... that I just don't know how to transfer that feeling in any available medium.
I honestly feel as though any words I could potentially string together would only detract from the feeling that these pictures convey. They are the closest thing to the truth of the matter that I know of. So please, enjoy...
Something about the morning felt almost private, and while I am a huge believer in vulnerable, brave, intimate writing... I do feel that some things, when written about, lose a little something in the process. There is value in keeping some things out of the public eye. Even more so the things that don't necessarily need to be hidden. Not skeletons or embarrassing secrets but sacred memories to be shared with those who were there alone, as they are the ones the experience was intended for.
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