Christmas

Christmas snuck up on me.

I knew it was coming and I thought I would be fine.

Then the crying started the morning of Christmas Eve.

I think I cried off and on for two days straight.

That's not how I wanted to spend Christmas.

I did enjoy the times between the tears.

I also realize that this was just how this Christmas was.

I needed to cry through it and that's OK.

I'm eternally grateful for the birth of our Savior.

That's what Christmas is about.

That will never change.

There is hope of a future without this sting of death.

No pain, no sorrow.

No more sin.

Just to be with Jesus.

Forever.

I can't wait.

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So between the tears we enjoyed a visit to my mom's.

We enjoyed pizza and a movie.

Gifts and laughter.

Silly socks.

And pretty paintings.

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Christmas morning we started with our tradition of reading about the greatest gift of all.

I didn't take many pictures.