Date: 12-25-2011
Lucas' p.o.v
Breaking dawn, the birth of a new day gives me hope especially on this day in which is Christmas. No problem in the world can be compared to Christmas morning. The beautiful angel laying down beside me in bed now stirs and open her eyes. Our eyes
interlock and I can see right through her soul. "I love you, Peyton Scott" joyfully, I confess in between two long passionate kisses. "Something feels different about today" Peyton brings to my attention while she does stretches. "Its Christmas, silly girl"
I remind Peyton throwing a pillow at her and she dodges the attack. "Luke, I already knew that" Peyton laughs throwing the pillow back at me. Overcome with the Christmas spirit, I get out of bed to hug and kiss my beautiful angel. "I promised myself
that I wouldn't cry today" she vows fighting back tears. "You have been through a lot during these past two years. You are a survivor and I love you for it" crying, I express my gratitude. "Things will get better for us soon" hopeful, Peyton promises taking
my hand in hers. "Merry Christmas, mommy and daddy!" excited, Sawyer shouts running into our bedroom and Peyton pulls her into a tight embrace. Right on cue, the baby monitor goes off letting me know Lucky is awake and crying. Fearing something
bad may happen to Lucky, I run over to the nursery. "Good morning, sunshine" singing, I address Lucky as I change her dirty diaper and clothes. Delighted, Lucky just cooes putting a smile on my face. "You are just so cute, oh, yes you are" tickling Lucky,
I joke around with her. My daughter may have Down's Syndrome, but she will always have my heart. Carrying Lucky in my arms, I escort her downstairs where we join Peyton and Sawyer in the den to unwrap our Christmas presents. While the girls are
opening their gifts, I use my camera to take pictures. Blessed, its truly a wonderful life for me and no problem in the world can be compared to the love of my wife and kids.