Christmas is one of my very favorite days of the year. I love just about everything about it: the friendly greetings, the downtime with family, the food, the memories of Christmases past, the warmth that feels like an inherent trait of the day. And of course, the underlying, underpinning remembrance of Jesus' birth and all that it means for us today. Always that.
There were many photos taken --including a re-do of last year's epic kitchen pic featuring Isaac's sassy leg-- and laughs shared, and after the last bit of wrapping paper was disposed of, the boys settled down to play video games while Abby headed to her room and Adam and I took a stroll around the neighborhood. (It's hard to tell from the way I cropped the photo, but I wore my pink Hello Kitty onesie during our walk. Both Isaac and Abby seemed to question the decision and at least one dog was puzzled and barked frenetically at my pinkness, but I dug it. And it was perfect for the 50ish degree temp.)
A little later on, I watched the Ravens manhandle the Texans, prepped pot roast for dinner, and nodded off for a nap in my family room chair. The roast and all of its veggie friends came out well and we enjoyed our meal in the dining room followed by a round of Doomlings, a new card game I gave Adam, before the day came to a close.
Yes, it was a good day; a day rife with the blessings of family and love and laughter and togetherness. I miss my Logan, of course; I always will. And I miss my extended family, who gathered today on the east coast. But despite what and who I miss, I'm deeply grateful for all that I have. And I am grateful that Jesus' birth means that some day, all will eventually be made right.
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