Things are good. Mr. E is here. He's quiet and looks very much out of his element. He says he's still not used to being around so many people. Maybe we'll go out to a Starbucks later.
Mr. E brought me the prettiest little music box. Hand-carved, hand-painted red with gold accents; there are even little pearls on here. It looks like it cost a fortune, and considering it's imported from Spain... But he just smiled and said he knew people.
I get the feeling this is the best Christmas either one of us has had in a long time. Minus all the time I've had to spend in the kitchen.
Speaking of, I hear my name being called. Time to get back to work!