Ivy
Christmas Day...
As we gathered around the table for our holiday meal, the inviting aroma of Christmas filled the air. Aidan, as always, sat at the head of the table with Maxwell and me to his right and Maxwell to his left. Ellie and Giovanni joined us on my side, with Lucas by my side. Elora had reserved a seat next to Max for herself, while Ellie's twin boys, Elliot and Noah, sat on either side of her.
"Can you pass the gravy, please?" I asked Aidan, trying to hide my eagerness for the rich sauce Molly had spent hours perfecting.
"Of course," he replied, handing me the boat of gravy with a smile.
As I reached for it, a high-pitched argument erupted between Maxwell and Elora, both seven years old now. Elora crossed her arms and declared, "I'm two months older than Max, so I should get the turkey leg!"