Why is it that I cry at the drop of a hat lately?
-Watching The Polar Express with Will and he starts dancing when Santa makes his big appearance.... And then there's me, crying.
-Putting Annie's Christmas dress on her for the first time..... Me, crying.
-Sitting upstairs on the couch with the room illuminated by colored lights.... And there I am, crying, again.
GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF AMY!!!!
My parents always made Christmas special. Whether it was getting that gift that I had been dreaming about all month, or riding around in the car with my Dad on Christmas Eve trying to spot Rudolph in the sky (while my Mom was home, busily wrapping presents.) I loved doorbell ditching neighbors and leaving cookies, endless Christmas parties and activities, singing the Christmas hymns in church, listening to FM 100's 100 hours of Christmas every year, Wilson Family parties and Grandma Lola's crazy gifts (Reindeer broom, anyone?). It all feels like magic. I love the season.
It was on Sunday that I finally realized why my emotions are right at the surface: It is because I can feel Him so much easier. Jesus is everywhere. At the grocery store, along the street corner, and even on Charlie and Lola. It's one of the only times I hear songs praising my Savior consistently on the popular radio stations. We are all in praise of that very silent, holy night. And I am grateful. I am grateful for a season that allows us to worship with no need for an apology. I am grateful for the cheer that is in every ones hearts and the kindness that is found in the most random of places. I am grateful for the birth of my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. In the most humble of circumstances he came to this world with a mission to save us all. Thank you, Lord. May we all remember to praise You, and feel You, this lovely Christmas Season.
Wilson Halloween Extravaganza! - Potions, and Bingo, and mummies- oh my! We had witches, and zombies, and a pirate- no lie!
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