In my effort to make as special a Christmas for my daughter, I did not anticipate the creation of wonderful memories of my own. Being there when my daughter unwraps a gift and the family enjoys the holiday were memorable for me as well. From the smallest detail of the Maltese dogs following me everywhere to the
amusement that the adult kids adopted some of my odd habits it was a memorable holiday.
I was rather amused that my adult son uses what I call man soap. The product has a pleasant smell and keeps bad odors at bay in a manly way.
The holidays were memorable, but I am so tired and sore.