Gratitude

The Christmas holiday came and went like a freight train. Seems that every year there is an endless rush to finish projects including:

sewing

baking

and wrapping.

And of course, all of these tasks must be completed before you can sit down and take it all in, one breath at a time (I am fully aware that you can take it in while being in a constant state of motion, but sometimes you just need to sit still). I do realize that "Elfing" puts additional stress on me, but it's worth it when I'm making gifts for children...they just seem so grateful.

When Christmas finally arrived, it was worth every last minute of lost sleep. Alex understood the concept of Christmas more so this year, and enjoyed receiving her new Nativity set a day at a time over the Advent season. But at 2 1/2, she also understood that in her world, Santa is something to be admired from afar. Yes, we can set out Milk and cookies for the big man (she chose the dog bone shaped ones for him, which were her personal favorite) and carrots for the reindeer; but God forbid if I expected her to sit on his lap for the much anticipated shot of the season. As Yukon Cornelius would say, "Nothing."

My favorite moments linger around her singing carols, taking on "Angels We Have Heard on High" as her favorite of the season. In all honesty, her excitement and sheer innocence made me savor each moment, like sucking warm pudding from a spoon.

Also, spending Christmas night with our family all huddled into the Living room to sing carols supported by live music (thank you Sarah, Hannah, Will, & Ben) made me appreciate the efforts placed into the details and our greater need to share the experience together.

I am grateful. I am humbled. Mostly I am in love.