Last day of school for the Wee Guy. mr ebb and i joined him for pj reading morning with his class. A sweet moment.
Ahead, two weeks of a full house. Reading back over the last few years' posts from the festive season, I need to be prepared to carve out personal downtime and headspace. Sounds selfish? Sounds ungrateful? Sounds mature?
Well, you decide.
Just pause to reflect - it's not your Christmas I write about.
