But it’s not.
Sometimes I yell. Sometimes I curse.
Sometimes I’m mad at my husband. Sometimes he’s mad at me.
Sometimes he has a bad day at work. Sometimes I have bad days.
Those cruise pictures we took? We spent most of that cruise telling at our kids because they wouldn’t go to camp.
Those camping pictures? Emma refused to nap and I drove her around in the truck, then slammed on the brakes and yelled at her.
Our kids don’t always hold hands and hug.
They fight. They pull hair.
They scratch. They bite.
They’re not perfect. And neither am I.
So, don’t be fooled by our Christmas card.
I wish my life was as perfect as my Christmas card.