When you’re married with a family of your own, I will still look at those stairs…” I nod out her doorway toward the stairs “…and remember the first time you understood the idea of Santa Claus and flew down them to see if he’d brought you gifts and taken the cookies and milk you left out for him. I will welcome every new day and love all the new memories we make, but I don’t want to forget how we got here. Even if parts of the journey have been really painful.”
