|Grandpa Dave, Madeline, and Uncle Ted|
These are the only 3 photos taken on Christmas Day 2014.
I can’t believe it but it’s true.
I was grateful to find myself alive Christmas morning.
I thought I might wake up dead and ruin everyone’s day.
I snuggled into the corner of the leather sectional in the living room and tried not to let on that I was recovering from a near death experience.
It was fun to watch the kids as always. Fun to exchange gifts with everyone. I felt heart-sick for a way to stop time from moving forward.
We’ve spent many Christmases in this same spot, watching the kids tear open wrapping paper packages.
The scene is the same but the characters keep growing exponentially.
|Grace and Sierra|
In this room, announcements of impending births have been made as well as babies genders being announced.
We’ve sung songs of praise and played games and read scripture while strung out across this floor.
I just want to hold everyone still for a long while. I want my kids to stay 8, 10 and 12 years old.
I want to have 100 more Christmases filled with cookies for Santa and excited anticipation.
It’s my Christmas wish.