Yesterday, everybody was finally gone and I literally spent the whole day in my PJ's. No shower and no make-up= perfection in my book.
I was excited to see my family, but was dreading Christmas itself. Thankfully it resembled something of Christmas' past. I felt like I knew parts of it, but then there moments where I was left wanting. We didn't do any of our normal Christmas traditions on the night of Christmas Eve.... this was fine with me as I knew it would pull a little too hard on my heartstrings.
|Happy Birthday Emileigh!|
|Addi's sweet little Christmas outfit|
Then Heather arrived in town for a day and we chilled. I love that our lives have changed and we are different people then who we once were, but we can still come together and carry on a conversations like we never missed a beat. That is how you know that you will be friends forever.
|Ooh La La for Heather's Christmas gift|
|BFF for like 13years|
|Andy's parents arrived with another load of presents|
So, Christmas is over and I am honestly glad. It was a good time to reflect and ponder, but was overshadowed by the expectation of disappointment. My favorite moment was at the Christmas Eve service. As everybody held their lit candle up in the air, singing Silent Night, I couldn't help but tear up. I felt the magnitude of that first Christmas. I felt like I was a shepherd starring into the night as angles filled the sky. That was the feeling that I was praying for.... I wanted to feel some sort of emotion this holiday season. I am thankful that it was a moment that drew me closer to God and not some silly manufactured "Santa Clause is coming" type of feeling. I do pray for more Christmas' like that.... THAT is where I pray my children get their excitement from. CHRIST.