Whitney
“Should we put Santa gifts out for her?" I whisper as I reach over to lie Stella down in her crib.
Ryan gives me a look, motioning us out of the nursery. When we close the door partway and walk down the hallway, he turns to me. “Whit, she's ten days old. She's not going to even wonder when she gets older if we did anything for her first Christmas."
“Logically I know that, but what if when she's older, she asks for pictures?"
“Then she'll have them of all of us with her at her grandparents' opening gifts. Babe, don't overthink this. Let's just go to the living room, make sure everything is turned off, and sleep while she does. You know as well as I do she'll be up in a few hours and we'll be dragging ass tomorrow."
He's right. We're still trying to get on a schedule and it's be
