It's midnight and I am waiting quietly while Sonny slowly settles himself back to sleep. We've got some weather that's been waking him up these past few nights and I am starting to think that he's getting into a routine with it now.
Although it does sound like it's starting to pick up again outside.
It's less than a week until Christmas. I have 5 gifts for Littles to make and 3 gifts for Bigs too. I am not sure how I am going to wrangle this one, but I've got until Sunday morning to finish 4 of them.
That's probably fine.
My fingers are crossed that I can squeak in a couple of baking afternoons in there too. Or maybe just one big one!
My Aunt sent me my Amma's much loved recipe for her Icelandic layer cake. I made it last year gluten free, and it was such a joy to be taken back to being 10 years old again, as soon as I bit into it I could see myself downstairs in the laundry room, watching her pull it out of the deep freeze to slice off a piece for me. And then another because she always cut me two. Because I always asked for more.
And this year I want to make it for Sonny. And every year after that.
Because to me it tastes just like love.
I hope that you all have a wonderful holiday, however you celebrate.
And here is to a new year full of joy and peace and health and love.