This Christmas season feels beautifully and peacefully different. After finally breaking free from a toxic, narcissistic marriage earlier this year, I’m feeling whole again. My faith in God, myself and life in general is at an all-time high.

Most of all, there’s an inexplicable joy in the air I never could’ve imagined fully. His name is Jeremiah, my first grandbaby, and being GiGi to this sweet, smiley four-month-old boy is the best Christmas gift ever. It’s a feeling like when I had my own children yet layered differently.

So, forget hair accessories, purses, cool gadgets or Starbucks cards for me. Nothing compares to Jeremiah’s baby smell, soft-as-silk, peach-fuzzy hair, cute smiles when he recognizes me and little laughs at my best attempts to pull off baby songs, though I’m no Ms. Ra

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