Day 7 in NY: Twas the night before Christmas. We had a lovely candlelit Christmas Eve at the church where Keegan grew up. Liam sat in Keegan's lap the entire service seemingly mesmerized by the choir, the speakers, the candles, etc. The pastor posed the question, "When does Christmas feel like Christmas to you?!" Ironically, almost at that very moment, with the silence and peace of the church enveloping us, that magical feeling of expectation that barely fades as we grow older, and looking over at my little guy dressed to the nines in his Christmas reds, his innocent face aglow with the candlelight he so tightly yet carefully gripped in his tiny little hand, yes, at that very moment, it felt like Christmas to me.
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