Spent yesterday with my youngest getting ready for today. We cooked. Cooked some more. Played games. And talked. After church we watched a Christmas movie, The Christmas Shoes, then we baked a final batch of cookies.
Somewhere between scooping the squash and a round of cribbage, she announced that the time we were sharing was her present to me.
Under the tree is a card I wrote to her stating my present to her is time we will spend together.
Time, the most expensive and rarest present of all.