What a wonderful Christmas. There is nothing more beautiful than watching the joy of my children as they discover their presents and then enjoy opening them. Part of the joy also comes from watching how excited they are for everyone else and their presents.
My favorite present? A frame holding a picture of each of my four children. What a wonderful husband I have. I felt both sadness and deep peace being able to hold a frame that acknowledged each of them. My heart will probably always hold conflicting emotions. But in the forefront I feel so blessed.
We talked with our friend from Dubai today, he always calls on Christmas. He is Muslim. I was so touched that he took the time to say kind words about Abby. He told me some thoughts from his religion. His sentiments reflected my thoughts, my religion. It's nice to experience moments where you connect so closely with someone, when you are reminded that when we are striped clean of the BS we are all so similar.
I wonder what Heaven is like on Christmas. Is it a celebration for what Christ gave to us, or is it a moment of quiet in remembrance of what he went through?
A quote I read recently: It's not happy people who are thankful, it's thankful people who are happy.