We just wrapped up reading our the Christmas story from Luke 2. I have all my boys home and after the story we let Katie pick the song we would sing. She chose Jingle Bells. She danced and mimicked driving the sleigh as we sang. It was adorable and one of the very precious moments.
We live out in the country. It snowed the other day and tonight, in the peace of my home, the song seems much more real to me.
This is my first Christmas with one of my children not at home. Last week was hard but I’m doing better this week. Despite missing my daughter, I am so grateful for this time to reflect on the birth of Christ, my Savior.
I am so grateful for his birth and his life and the gift of the atonement he gave to the world. I am grateful to know that my Savior lives.
No matter what your religious belief is, I wish you much joy and love and the opportunity to be surrounded by friends and family. Life is such a precious gift. Each moment we have with our families is a moment to treasure.
I am very grateful for all the wonderful family and the many dear friends I have in my life. I am so very blessed and I am trying to be better at recognizing the many gifts and blessings in my life.
I will celebrate my 48th birthday on Wednesday. It’s not the best day of the year to have a birthday, and I can’t say I’m all that excited about closing in on 50. Despite the AARP jumping the gun on inviting me to join their ranks, I’m happy to enjoy the last couple years of my 40s. Thanks, AARP, you sure do know how to make a girl feel good. My boys have not stopped teasing me for officially being “old,” after all, I now have a card that proves it.
Even in my “old” age, I am looking forward to another year to improve my life, to reach some goals and maybe even fulfill a dream or two. I am excited so see what additional blessings await me this year.
May all the peace and joy of the season be yours. As you enjoy the celebrations of the holidays, please be safe. If you drink, please do NOT drive. Not ever.
Merry Christmas and a Happy, Joyous New Year.