Like so many other areas of my life this year, Christmas rolled in like the tide and is now on its way out. I had big plans for a Christmas Eve post, about life standing still when a new baby comes and that moment when all the earth must have stood still, as Mary pulled her new baby chest. The feeling is so familiar to me, but the extraordinary event of birthing baby Messiah must have been more surreal than even imaginable. Sleep became more of a necessity than finishing up my countdown I guess and I dropped the ball on Christmas Eve.
Like many parents the night before Christmas we were wide awake trying to make special memories for our kids. In turn we pretty much killed ourselves. Tiny son decided that the eve of Christmas Eve would be the first night in his short life he would have a bad night. This was after going to bed at 3:00 am. My sweet husband let me sleep late and even with that extra hour I think I only got 3 1/2 hours of sleep.
Christmas morning we woke up at Babs and Grandad's, like I have done every year of my whole life (except the year I was about to have Mags). The girls squealed and giggled again, and again we felt full.
Full hearts, full bellies, full lives.
Finally, my favorite day of the year, December 26th came. It's the one day of the year that pajamas all day is a requirement, you get to play with your new stuff, and eat all the delicious left overs that Babette made.
We come here every year at this time. We relax, we let go of real life, before we have to start our engines again. It is my favorite.
Christmas 2013 went fast.
Christmas came anyway though.
Even though my cards went out late, even though we forgot to leave Christmas cookies for Santa, even though I wasn't as intentional as I have been before, Christmas came anyway.
Christmas was good.
Christmas was, and is always very good.
Grace and Peace dear ones.