Yes, I know it is early for Santa. But everywhere we go, we hear holiday music. Main Street already has the garland strung from the lamp posts. And Santa arrived at the mall on Saturday. My sister, Shelley, informed me that unless I want the American grandparents to beat me to the punch, I better get to the mall so Alex could meet Santa. She tells me the stories of how, for three years in a row, Nanny and Papa took Ayden to see Santa before his parents had the opportunity (much to my sister's chagrin). So, we joined our friends, Danny, Mona and Maya, to meet Santa. While many babies scream and cry the first time they meet the jolly fellow, Alex and Maya were mesmerized.
While our children do not currently understand anything about politics, in the years to come, we will educate them. We will tell them about this historic election in which millions of people got to the polls to have their voices heard. We will let them know how much their future meant to us and how we worked alongside other citizens to fight for change. We will let them know that they will have their own choices in the future because of the change we helped make today. And while they may choose to support people in the future that I do not, they will have that freedom and I will support and love them no matter what. (But until they can speak for themselves, I get to dress them however I want!)
planning their next move . . . 
happiness is . . .
the legs are what keep the girls coming back . . .
