Excitement is in the air. I can feel it. My favorite (and only) son is coming home tomorrow and is staying for a week. I can hardly wait to spend time with him. Forget the gifts under the tree. This is the best gift. OK, he only lives an hour away but most weeks go by with a quick hello over Instant Messenger. That’s OK. Really. I didn’t raise him to keep him but I have to admit that when he comes home our family feels complete.
Please indulge me:
1990 Taylor's first Christmas