Yes, the picture is blown out.
But Santa is a very busy guy. And when he just all of a sudden shows up on your doorstep to say a quick hello you don't ask him to wait while you fiddle with the settings on your camera.
You just point and shoot.
And hope that maybe, just maybe, you will have captured for prosterity a tiny fraction of the excitement in the air and the wonder in your child's eyes.
I'm not sure why this particular slice of my evening brought me to tears just now.
Maybe because it's the first day of spring tomorrow and it's still so bloody cold and miserable outside. Maybe because I still feel heavy with sadness over the terrible news I received a few days ago. Maybe because Rob is still in such an awful lot of pain.
Maybe because Graham has never been happier thanks to an art project, a doting cousin, a good book and a chair big enough for two.
