The unthinkable had happened.
It was 8:00 p.m. on the 23rd of December. All three kids were asleep, all presents were wrapped, and the house was clean and ready for guests. I could have puttered around the house with a fool’s errand of further cleaning, but instead, I asked my wife if I could head out for some nighttime photography. I didn’t quite know what response to expect in light of our usual stressful rush to the Christmas Day finish line. She might tell me to scrub the toilet — again. I held my breath.
She said “yes”, with her own sigh of relief. She was secretly hoping to kick back, watch a show and do her nails.
It was 8:05 p.m. on the 23rd of December, and I was on the road.