This morning Mom, Grip, and I had our first Christmas together as a family, alone, with a roaring fire and nice music and coffee and gifts and tons of love. (Grip gave me a baseball, for us to throw a little later.) It was about as close to heaven as you’re likely to get before death. I’m sure the kid had no idea about the holiday, but I’m pretty sure he could sense how happy his parents were. We are thankful every day for our luck and immense good fortune. Merry Christmas indeed.