My Christmas this year served as a solemn reminder of what is most important. PS went to the hospital with his mum because she wasn't well. He was away for a huge chunk of the day, and we missed him and the oldest terribly, but they were off making sure she was okay which, in the end, was all we cared about. Not a great Christmas for her, but she already sounds / looks / feels better, and that's worth everything.
Also, I baked the moistest, rockingest turkey ever.
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