It was a white Christmas. A lovely morning, spent with close family and my sweet little guy. Here are a few images to give a glimpse of the magic that occurred that day. It has taken me some time to remember that childhood is magical. . .and that I don't need to be the one to create that for my son, but he is the one that carries such a thing. His mind is pure imagination, his innocence gives him a chance to see everything without clouded judgement.
Sliding down the stairs on pillows, Friday night pizza, blanket forts, make-believe, playing in the snow, collecting pebbles and keeping them in your pockets, walking with a branch! It's all so magical. There is beauty in the mundane, and I saw that this Christmas. It was simple-away from the world-and I was able to catch a glimpse of the ethereal in life. The white powdered trees, the cousins playing together, being up at the very top of the mountain and literally hearing nothing but my own breathing. It's an indescribable experience almost straining your ears for some form of sound. Definitely one I will cherish.
Enjoy the short timeline of Christmas Day: