That was little boom today, doing her little dance and making my heart grow seventeen sizes at least. We were on our way to pick up A: every time I reached a steady speed, she took her rest, so tired and not expecting to be out at such an hour. Every time I slowed down (for the lights, for the accidents, for the fire engine) she peeked her head out the window, doubtless to see what could cause the interruption to our destination.
Christmas is lovely. Advent can be a little bit stressful, but it really oughtn’t be so I’m doing my best to get over my hill.