Sometimes the things I want to write about just don't seem to want to be written once I'm here. I wanted to write about us being finished with our Christmas shopping, and our tree, and how happy we are. But the words just aren't really flowing.

The tree is beautiful, which I believe I've already said. And the presents are finished. But as much as I love shopping for gifts, this Christmas has already been better than perfect for me, and it hasn't even happened. We are so happy these days, so perfectly, wondrously happy, and nothing can be better than this. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world, all day, every day. Right from the minute I wake up in the morning, until he kisses me at the end of the day. Even our arguments are perfect, because there is so much love that they only last minutes.

I'm gushing. Maybe that's why the words just won't come. Maybe there are just no words for this. Maybe there doesn't need to be any.

Maybe I should go eat something and lie down. ;) It's probably just the sinus infection.

(Seriously, it's not the infection...It's the love.)