Part Five
Building New Traditions
Jay
Christmas morning as a parent is far more exciting than I remember as a child. At eleven months, the girls don’t care about gifts, nor do we have many waiting for them, but it is their first Christmas. An emotionally charged event. I can’t help but compare it to the saying, “which weighs more: a pound of rocks or a pound of feathers?”
I flip over, only to find the bed empty. As expected. I’d be more surprised to see Loren sleeping.