I’m sitting up Christmas Eve. I’ve finished our Winter Wonderland decorations with lights and snowflakes in the living room. I’m done wrapping presents, sitting out cookies and milk and just waiting on Scott to come in from Walgreens after picking up last minute stocking stuffers. Yep, we’re those people.
I’m feeling so, so blessed this Christmas. My kids are 8 and 10 and maybe I’m crazy, but it just seems like quintessential ages for Christmas. I mean, they’re all special years but there’s something about these ages I’m loving so much.
We made snowflakes together before they went to bed and they’re scheming some sort of plans tonight that make them giggle.
Their stacks of presents are knee high. I’d be embarrassed at the amount I spent but I’m just not. I can’t wait for them to open every single one.
Today while I was thinking about Christ’s birth something became so real about how we’re celebrating an actual historical event. Like, in the same way we celebrate July 4th, this event was every bit as real. Of course, I’ve known that but something special happened, like a little window opened and I got to see it from a different perspective in my heart. A little Christmas Eve gift from God.
Yes, feeling ever so blessed and grateful.
A very Merry Christmas to you all!
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