I Love Your More Than Presents

Lindsey awoke at 4:20 am this morning and never really went back to sleep. I laid in her bed with her trying to snooze to be awoken every 20 minutes or so by a little one informing me of the time.

"It's 5 o'clock, Mommy. Mommy, it's 5:30. Can we get up at 6:00? Can we get up at 6:30? It's 6:15, Mommy, when is Marissa going to get up?"

Try sleeping through that.

I was able to hold her off until 6:45 when we finally woke Marissa up and everyone traipsed downstairs to rip into the gifts. Presents from grandparents, aunts and uncles, Santa and parents were opened and set aside to be played with at more length after all the gifts were opened.

We'd had several gifts under the tree for several weeks, homemade presents from Marissa and Lindsey. They consisted of drawings, poems and pictures to various family members.

But the best one had to be the one from Lindsey to her daddy.

Here's what it said:

Dear Dad,

I know that you didn't get much presents when you were little. Please don't cry when I tell you this. I don't care that you get presents. I care that you are my dad and I love you. You are the only one that I can call dad so I love you more than presents.

Love,

Lindsey

Perhaps her dad didn't tear up, but her mom did.

I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas.