Christmas morning was great. For the first time in our married years, Lee and I spent Christmas Eve and morning in our own home. That didn’t seem nearly as important in years past, but it’s something I’d like for Camille to experience and remember.
When I was in 3rd grade, my family moved into a home with stairs, and those stairs factor mightily into my Christmas morning memories. Anticipation mounted with each descending step, until I turned the corner to see what Santa had in store. This year, I was excited to take Camille down her steps on Christmas morning.
Here’s a little Christmas morning video recap!