I know it has been a week since the last time I blogged, which is pretty much insanity in my world. But mostly this post is just an excuse to show you this picture of Spot if you do not follow me on Instagram.
He never, ever prefers to be held like that, but I managed to capture him as we were opening presents and once he was done letting me hug him in the way you might expect the Honest Toddler to, he curled up in my lap and did his best impression of a Therapy Cat.
In other news, I have a vicious, vicious cold right now. I have used nearly an entire stick of Chapstick on the parts of my face that Kleenex touches and I think I am experiencing the definition of Bone Tired. Seriously. I slept 10 hours on Christmas Eve. I didn’t even run yesterday and I am capable of running through Most Everything.
So, there is all of that. I am probably supposed to share some sort of pithy thoughts about the meaning of Christmas now or the presents we unwrapped or whatever.
What I know for now and what I know for this year is that I am so, so, so blessed to be surrounded by the people that I love. And connected to the ones who we cannot be near.