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My Christmas

Just before bed, she asks me, "Momma, can we just sit and stare at the lights?"
"Of course, sweetheart."
We lay on the floor and stare at the Christmas lights wrapped around the balcony. 
From here, you can see the rest of the Christmas decoration below. 

The tree that she was excited to put together.
The ornaments she excitedly added to the tree, all right at her height.
The colorful lights that Momma and Daddy looped around the tree.

We lay in silence for a few moments, quietly admiring the work. 
It's not fancy. It's not Instagram ready. 
It's all for us. For moments like this.

She turns her head to me and we share a smile.
She grabs my hand and gives it a squeeze.
She keeps my hand on her chest and she stares at the lights.

I hide my tears of joy for this moment.
I think, this is what it means to be a mom.
I stare at everything to commit this moment to memory.

This is my Christmas.

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