I am tired. And sleepy. But absolutely happy.

This was the best Christmas ever.

As some of you may already know, we Mexicans celebrate Christmas Eve, not Christmas Day. My husband and El Brato made sure that mine was perfect. And when after three years of absence my Dark Child showed up at near midnight to wish his mother a Merry Christmas, I realized that somebody up there really loves me.

Really.

I am one happy Mom.