Last year I was far too sick from the effects of the reboot chemo to do much of anything. I planted myself on the couch and let my 13 year old decorate the tree and living room, and all I had to do was smile and give a quick comment here and there. She LOVED it, as she felt so independent and creative.

Yesterday we decorated again. Even though I'm not feeling bad, I again planted myself on the couch and let her do the decorating. This time I was able to converse a bit more, but the look of pride and excitement on her face was priceless.

I think a new tradition has been born!