The reflection in the Christmas ornament is of me with my new macro lens. French husband is standing over my shoulder smiling. He is giddy! But really I am the happier one because of the Christmas gift he gave me.
I called my family in California to wish them a Merry Christmas. It seems each year when I call them at Christmas my brother Mathew is helping my Mom mash the potatoes, (I must add, the best mashed potatoes in the world) and my Dad is saying, "Poor Corey all the way in France, not here with us." It seems that is when I call… right after he says that.
Nine hours time difference between France and California puts my family at the Christmas lunch table (2pm) when I am nearly ready for bed here in France (11pm.)
When I call home at Christmas the phone is passed around and I quickly say, "Merry Christmas" to each and every one. The phone is held to the ears of the little ones, sometimes they make a cooing sound, most the time I imagine they are trying to lick the phone as I talk to them in baby talk.
The last person I talked to this Christmas was my Godchild George. I asked him what he got from Santa? He giggled and told me he got a camera. I asked him if he would send me a photo, he agreed. I asked him if he could send me a photo of his big toe, not his little toe, but of his big toe. His laugh, his darling, childish laugh was pure music to my ears.
I felt right in the middle of love.
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