Merry Christmas, from my family to yours. :)

105 – Eight Years Later

"And this one," Edward says as he carries Avery in one arm and fingers an ornament in the other, "is from Mommy and mine's third Christmas together. See? It's an angel. I gave this one to her to tell her that she is and always will be my angel."

I hear my daughter coo in her father's arms and I can't help but sigh happily. I look down and find sleepy emerald green eyes staring up at me from my own arms. Aubrey, though he looks like his father, is quiet like me, never a crier unless he can help it.

I think of the three little Swarovski boxes stowed away for Christmas day and smile down on my son, kissing his forehead and walking over to our Christmas tree where I stand, complete and content, with my family at my side.

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