christmas morning, the chaos of wrapping paper and ribbons.

trenton & will, in the kitchen on christmas eve

sid & michael

christmas sunday in the pacific northwest, reds and greens and icy air.

twinkling lights and christmas crafts

a year of marriage, december eighteenth.

late afternoon sun, we lay atop the bed with sand on our feet. trenton's eyes are green and tired from the sea, his breath is quicker than mine and there is salt in his hair. we talk, i look into his face and he looks into mine. we tease, laugh. in the yellow light, my chest aches with love, eager adoration. i feel steady, i feel alive.

we've strung holiday lights and i bought a candle named 'christmas tree'. cinnamon sugar donuts and a new tea--blackberry vanilla, we are happy, pleased with the winter rain and ideas about tomorrow.