Christmas morning is Audrey’s favorite time. She wrote down a schedule for all of us the night before — when to get up, when to eat, when to open the gifts and when to take a walk in Crissy Field… None of us followed her program, and that annoyed her for a while, but she quickly forgave us.
When I went downstairs in my sleep gown with my eyes barely open, she was already in the kitchen, preparing a sumptuous Christmas breakfast.
Looking at her busying herself in the kitchen like a pro, I felt that I was the luckiest mother in the world. Being served breakfast by my sweet girl was the best Christmas gift I could imagine. Audrey was all perked up while the rest of us were in our creased pajamas with our messy hair, but her excitement for Christmas was so exuberant that we couldn’t help but join her in feeling the holiday spirit.