Christmas Eve

I have always loved Christmas.
The sights, the smells, the traditions, the service, the family-ness of it all. It is such a sweet, beautiful holiday.
One of my very favorite Christmas traditions was that all 5 of us kids would sleep in the same room together on Christmas Eve. It would take hours for us to go to sleep. Just as we would be drifting off, someone (hmm..Shawn, could this have been YOU? wink wink) would start laughing or whispering, or talking about what they were going to get. And then we'd all be awake again - wondering, wishing, and whispering.
Christmas Eve was definitely one of the best parts about Christmas.
This Christmas Eve was no exception. We had four of the five kids back in CA at my parents home for Christmas. (I can only imagine the crazy-fun we would have had if all five of us were together! We definitely missed you , Chels) We didn't sleep in the same room, but I could feel the together-ness of being under the same roof again. And as I drifted off to sleep in my dear husband's arms, I still felt the wonder of it all-- that magic of Christmas that hangs in the air. The magic that comes from giving and loving. And I wished that I could give everyone exactly what they may have been wishing for.