Today was a magical day. One of those days where you wake up and feel the Christmas cheer tingle from your toes to your nose. One of those days where you immediately recognize that it'll be a good one that you'll remember forever. The kind of days you wish you could hug and say thank-you to.
I awoke this morning (after being powerless for the entirety of yesterday due to a monster winter storm that rumbled through bringing 117 mph winds and, ironically, double rainbow's, to our tiny Vermont neighborhood) feeling rested and relaxed. I was drunk on that extended weekend feeling that resonates inside and gives you those 'vacation butterflies' in your tummy. You know the butterflies I mean, right? Well, add to that a fluffy white Christmas snow storm, and you've got one holy-crap-happy Amanda.
Sonya and I spent this afternoon finishing up last minute 'small present' shopping (i.e. stocking stuffers) while sipping french vanilla cappuccino's, bellowing Christmas music and oogling over the white fluffy snowflakes falling from the sky. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't memorable and, above all, magical.
This evening was spent with sweet friends family. Keith and Annie joined all of us at Mom and Dad's for a family dinner of Prime Rib, Chicken Cordon Bleu, homemade gravy, baking powder biscuits, mashed potatoes, sauteed broccoli and mushrooms and, finally, strawberry shortcake. Among the good food we enjoyed good conversation where we laughed until we cried, exchanged sweet gifts, sang along to Carl's guitar playing, got merry on wine, and played a few rounds of poker (which I ended up winning!).
It was, without a doubt, the perfect end to a perfect Christmassy day.