HOLLY
The whole ordeal was beautiful and breathtaking, exhausting and chaotic. All great things as far as shopping trips went, or at least they were in my book.
Logan was a trooper throughout. He kept pace with me as we sawed through the crowds, holding bags and pushing carts and never once uttering a single word of complaint. Money was never an object with him, and he paid handsomely for everything. Especially when it came to his nieces and nephews, where he was generous to a fault.
It was adorable, how much he loved them. He was constantly treating them as his own children, giving them the Christmas he always remembered. Or maybe, I realized as the day wore on, the Christmas he always wished he’d had.
We paid for delivery where possible, sending everything to his uptown office. Where
