There is no picture (at least one that I can take) that would ever capture the pure magic that was in the air when Bug and Monkey woke us up at 6 am to open presents. They had already pillaged their stockings. In the still pitch black of the early winter morning, they were dancing around our room, attempting to stifle giggles that were spontaneously erupting from both of them.
When asked who woke up first, they both shouted, "Me!" Bug has woken up and scurried down off the top bunk to wake up Monkey, only to discover that he was already awake. I still have no idea what time they work up, since by the time they were not-so-quietly whispering "Merry Christmas" into our sleep heavy ears, all the stocking gifts were opened, played with, and the treats were consumed.
There is no picture to capture the undiluted happiness gleaming from their faces, but there are also no good works to capture Christmas day.
Even with a picture being worth a 1000 words, I still feel that these barely tell the story.
Here are snapshots of "the happiest day of the year."
What the pictures fail to capture is all the laughter, the frantic roaring noises Monkey made as he opened each present, the countless times the boys paused from their gifts to run over to Hubster and me to hug us and say "Merry Christmas." There are no pictures capturing us eating our fancy Christmas dinner in our pajamas. There are no pictures capturing my expression when Hubster surprised me with this...
There may not be pictures to perfectly capture the day, but there are wonderful memories tucked away.
I hope every one of you had a wonderful day, a day where words and pictures are not enough.