Last Christmas was hard. I was just getting ready to move, for the 3rd time in 18 months. This time I was moving back in with my parents, to save for a house but with no move out date set. All my sisters had their husbands, families, and in-laws to visit, and Joe was in Orlando. I wasn't dating anyone, and had no dating prospects, and honestly was at the point of thinking that was going to be my reality for the rest of my life.
I cannot believe how much has changed in 1 year. I sit here tonight with a fiance and a son, a puppy and a place to call home. In 47 short days I will be a wife and a mom. I am so blessed.
It has been incredible this year to prepare for Christmas through the eyes of a 7 year old. I asked my mom the other day "How do you know when you are done?" I want to get him the world. The Spirit of this Christmas Season is truly in our homes as we hope and dream and believe with this sweet little soul.
This year after decorating for Christmas, I saved the Nativity for when Nate and Ryan got here. We unpacked it one piece at a time, talking about each piece, who it was, and why they were there that special night. I am so grateful for that sweet little soul who was born into the world, who came as a brand new baby to a very overwhelmed mother and father, in a stable in Bethlehem. He came to save us, and in so doing he knows of the heartache and of the joy of each one of us, and that is the reason we celebrate.
Merry Christmas, I hope you all can feel the magic in the air.
