I got to see my kids have a merry Christmas day. I got to watch them get excited as they unwrapped each gift and exclaim, "Oh my gosh, it's just the one I wanted!" I got to be in the room when they each crawled on to their daddy's lap, one at a time, as he sat in his wheelchair, wind their arms around his neck and whisper, "I'm glad you're here with us instead of being dead," in his ear. That evening, I got a minute to sit in front of the Christmas tree (which really turned out nicely although it took me a week to decorate it and will probably take a month for me to undecorate it), see the full moon reflecting off the pool and thank God that I didn't have to go through this holiday as a new widow. I usually ask for peace on Earth for Christmas and my birthday (I've never gotten it though), this year all I asked for was for us to be together one more time. It was all I wanted and all I received, so it's all good.