Come All Ye Faithful

Christmas Eve......It has always felt like the actual holiday to me instead of Christmas Day. Christmas Eve is when we get all decked out and do most of the gathering and eating and celebrating. It has always been my dream that when I had a family, we would do our celebration on Christmas Eve and spend Christmas Day out in our community volunteering and giving back, being messengers of the true meaning for the day and being vessels of God's love. My children are 6 and 1 and my husband is pretty set in his ways, for now, regarding his own traditions for Christmas. Perhaps over the years, as we get into a holiday groove together, we can develop our own traditions and I can talk him into the volunteering as well. There is nothing that makes my heart fuller than giving to others, bringing joy and hope and peace. I feel like I was put on this earth to do two things: make others' lives easier and to be a mother. My God and my children are the reason I live and breathe. Without them, I am nothing. I try to remind myself that Christmas is also not just one or two days but an entire season. And that season places a spotlight on our Savior for whom none of the giving and baking and gift wrapping would have been possible had God not chosen to give His Son to save us. So, Happy Happy Birthday to the most important man in my life, to whom I owe all wonders and blessings.