It has all just been too much. TOO MUCH.
Too much fun, too much love, too much laughter. Too much food. Too much work. Too much presents - yeah, I know that grammar doesn't work. Too much hope and good will and charity among us. Waay too much cooking. And cleaning up. TOO MUCH.
Is there such a thing as too much wonderful? If so, we've had it.
A blast. Successful holiday. Too much fun.
And seriously, I am happy it's over. Not too much.