Christmas morning. I thought I loved it before, but having a young child to buy gifts for and then experience their excitement with them that morning is pure joy. Last year was sad because Cohen had double, yes DOUBLE pink eye and was pretty miserable. This year he is another year older and totally understood what was going on. We brought him into our bed around six, slept in till eight and went downstairs to open presents together. Afterwards we made homemade buttermilk pancakes and played with his new toys with him. Maybe it was the fact that it was sunny outside, or that Bing sounded extra great as he serenaded us that morning... whatever it was, our morning was perfect. Our last Christmas as a little trio.