Although nobody 'really' believes in Santa anymore (Jayson could take it or leave it), I'm still stressing over what I'm putting in stockings tonight.
18 years old and 15 years old are tricky ages.
Underwear and candy is about all I got.
Our only holiday traveling took place last weekend and we brought the puppy.
He's a handful, but I love watching Mike step up to the plate as he cares for the Jasper, as I did our babies.
It's quite the role reversal, and I'm LOVING being on this side of it.
And once we're done with students Friday for Christmas Vacay, I'll be feeling like this for next 10 days....
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