Back in Brooklyn, the girl wakes up with the stomach flu, which sometimes seems to give us all a glimpse of some other realm... "Everything comes alive when we're not looking, mama," she says.
Today we'll probably hang out in our jammies in the new Christmas flannel sheets as she recovers. P and I will eat leftover Hoppin' John and greens, for luck.
We're already feeling lucky, though - thankful for the love and good health of our family and friends. Excited about the adventures 2013 will bring. And broadcasting love to all of you far-flung dears.
