It was one of those Houston winter days that make me so happy. Clear, cold and relentlessly sunny. The kids enjoyed their $6 wooden airplanes in the yard while the grownups struggled to reach full consciousness via large amounts of coffee in front of the fireplace.
She'd gone to bed on Christmas Eve a bit overwhelmed and out of sorts--we'd celebrated the traditional South Texas Christmas feast and exchanged gifts with my extended family that evening--but woke up happy, and fully embraced her first American Christmas. A good time was had by all.