Three a.m.

It's in the 3 o'clock morning hour here at the Dykstra House.

My Morgan gently knocked on the door and asked to open her Christmas presents. "Just your stocking," I told her. Aw, heck, I'd show her. I got dressed and came downstairs.

Little sister cried; she wanted to be part of the action. I gave her a warm bottle and watched Morgan open her stocking. The excitement, the glee... it was all worth it.

Now little sister is back in bed and momma is soon to follow.

But the excitement of my Morgan will be treasured in my heart.