and here we are.
today, on the way to her mom's house, to pick up presents from under the tree there, to put under our tree, emily said:
"even if christmas isn't perfect, it's still christmas."
and then we talked a few sentences more...how perfect isn't the goal, or even attainable. how perfect is just about us all being who we are, how we are this year, how we make it all work.
and then em said "yeah, if we're happy on christmas, then it's perfect."
i don't know. i can't say for sure how things are supposed to be, or even how i'm supposed to talk to all these girls about all of this-all of it all. everything.
but i know, in that minute. and in quite a few hundredthousandmillion minutes before or after this christmas...
it's pretty perfect. it's as perfectly us as anything ever could be.
and that's all.
xo.
tt.
