Christmas Eve was my Labor Day, the day when I looked at the clock periodically and recalled what I was doing one year ago at the given time and the stages of labor that culminated early the next morning in NS' water birth. As folks invariably remind me when they find out she was born on December 25, "That's the best Christmas present ever."
Still, CP's gift to me this morning deserves honorable mention.
At 12:32 a.m. (the hour of NS' birth) I was plucked from my dreams and led into the living room. CP had smuggled in fancy crackers with brie and sparkling apple-cranberry juice ("Celebration Beverage"). Watching a slide show of marvelous birth photos (Merci, Auntie HB!), we munched and sipped and toasted our first year of parenthood.