Here’s the thing. It would be hard for me to make a Christmas list sharing all the things I want. Because really, I have everything I NEED. Please notice the word need. I capitalized it for effect. Everything on my list would be frivolous.

I am one lucky fucker. I realize it everyday.

On Christmas morning, Elle always feels bad because she opens about one zillion gifts and I only have a few. I don’t mind. Because I feel blessed. Elle is so cute, she’ll sometimes ask me to help open her gifts so I have something to do besides watch her and smile and drink champagne. Don’t judge, it’s a holiday.

Well this year I decided to buy myself stuff. Frivilous stuff. Here’s what happened to be on my impromptu list:

• a case of sparkling wine – bubbly makes me smile

• two sexy pairs of 4″ pointy toed heels – my favorite shoe style
• a picture frame for my kitchen
• a wine key necklace – a local artist made it
• Botox – I realize this isn’t under the tree
• Other stuff that I wrapped weeks ago and forgot about – I like surprises too
• And whatever else I find between now and tomorrow morning.

So Merry fucking Christmas! I hope you enjoy this time with loved ones and champagne. I know I will.

I hate to cook. I avoid it at all costs. I’ve been like this my entire life.

Last night I was surprised when Elle decided to pull out her journal from a few years back. She’s 10 now, so she would have been 8 years old when she wrote it.

She decided to read something out loud to me.

Elle’s journal entry:

It states:

Last night my mom made the best dinner and she is not a chef at all. She made chicken, carrots, and potatoes. It was like my dad made it and he’s a chef. YUM!

I DON’T BELIEVE IT!

If I *must* cook, it’s rarely good enough for a journal entry. This makes me think Elle exaggerated. By exaggerated, I mean lied.

But I really think this story is a lie because I HATE COOKED CARROTS. I’d never make them as part of a meal.

My commute to work this morning was atrocious. What normally takes 20-25 minutes took one hour and 20 minutes. Here is a shot where traffic was only moving at 5 mph.

But this post isn’t meant to be a snowy post.

So rather than share my woes of traveling to work, I wanted to share the cuteness that I left behind.

I swear my 10 year old daughter, Elle, is more maternal with me than my own mother. As I drove her to school she said, “Mom the trick with driving in this weather is to GO SLOW.” She also mentioned, “Stay off your phone when you drive to work in this weather mom.”

I reassured her that I was fine. I wasn’t scared. My car is awesome in the snow. But I will drive slow and stay off my phone.

Her parting words as we kissed goodbye. “I love you. Be safe.”

I love her with more heart than I have. I may the luckiest mom in the world. At least, that’s how I feel.