growing up, my mom always used to start off christmas morning by hugging me and whispering, "happy birthday, jesus." in fact, we'd say it together.
this morning, when my eyes popped open, i couldn't help but reach over to mike and repeat our tradition. it felt good to know that hours later, my mama would be doing the same thing back in california.
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