Two solid days of multiple Christmas festivities and minimal sleep, and three little girls who survived it without one single temper tantrum, sobfest, or breakdown of any kind.

A Christmas morning filled with stockings, smiles, surprises, hot cocoa and marionberry pancakes.

Three little girls who are now sound asleep in their beds.

An apple pie so good I went ahead and had one of the two remaining pieces for dinner.

Two entire families filled with relatives who love us dearly.

A thrill of hope that causes the weary world to rejoice.



And three children who all managed to smile, look at the camera, and stand still long enough for mom to get a picture.

Now that's a miracle.