“It’s the most wonderful time of the year”! Can’t you hear it playing? I grew up listening to this song every Christmas season when my mom would pull out the 1963 Andy Williams Christmas album(and by album I mean a good old record!). My Moms parents loved to sing and were musical, so I grew up with lots of records around when I was little and never a moment without some kind of music playing in the background. This song brings joy to my heart every time I hear it because it reminds me of the anticipation that comes with Christmas. Anticipation of playing in new fallen snow, making Christmas cookies, shoveling the driveway until feet and hands were numb and sipping hot cocoa afterward, presents under the tree, Christmas Eve candle lit church service, and Christmas morning. Oh glorious Christmas morning! Waking up and realizing that its the day and coming out of the bedroom to the sweet smell of breakfast cooking. Spending the morning tearing through beautifully wrapped packages all while lounging in our pj’s and just being with each other.
So, I find it perfectly fitting to start this blog at Christmas time. With much anticipation, I begin writing and sharing our life. The life God has called me to live with my hot husband, and five precious babies. (OK I lied, they aren’t all babies-but my husband IS hot!) I’m not sure what presents will be unwrapped through this blog. Some neatly packaged, some not. But I pray that they are presents to you. We need more encouragement and positivity in our culture. We need more support in our culture-especially between women. I hope to bring you those things through sharing tidbits of my life with you.
Speaking of presents, my Mom just gave us a little, but special present when she was here a couple weeks ago. Something that came from her house that she only sets out at Christmas time. It’s this little house that plugs in and lights up all different colors. It’s quite mesmerizing to look at, and my children always love gazing at it in a dimly lit room. It’s spent it’s Christmases at Grandma and Grandpa’s house…until this year. When she pulled it out of the bag for them, she said, “I think this house needs to stay with you where you guys can enjoy it all Christmas season.” My kids were so excited to see the little magical house be pulled out of the bag. We plugged it in and watched the little lights come on, and as we looked it over, my daughter Vienna said, “I just want to go inside so bad!” And to her response, I said, “I know- I do too!”
I pray that this blog would be that little house to you. May you be drawn to the light that shines in our home. More than that, Id like to invite you to come inside! I hope to inspire and encourage you in motherhood, marriage, spiritual matters, health, wellness, homeschooling, and everyday life. I desire to link arms with you and help you to enjoy the family God has given you, even though each day is not Christmas morning, or neatly wrapped up packages.
I sit here as I type with a crackling fire roaring next to me in the fireplace(weeellll, its actually gas, so its not roaring or crackling, but its hot. Oh-kind of like my husband(wink!)). Speaking of him again, he is dozing on the couch next to me, and behind him is our beautifully lit Christmas tree. The tree that all seven of us hiked out into the back of a tree farm to pick out and cut down on a cold morning. The tree that my children and I decorated together. The tree that tilts a little, has ornaments hanging in random clusters, and is bare near the bottom so the cats and baby can’t pull them off. The tree that is covered in ornaments that I made as a child, or adorned my childhood trees, as well as ornaments that my children made with pictures of their sweet little faces on them. They are falling apart yet every year I pull out the tape to fix them again. It’s not the Pottery Barn Christmas tree and would be rejected by every store catalog, but its our tree and the kids love it. They love pulling out the ornament box every year, filled with anticipation, and unwrapping each one and exclaiming, “oh I remember this one! Mom, remember this one?! I looove this one!” Ahh, the anticipation. So, I rest in the anticipation of where this blog might take us. I hope and pray that it takes us somewhere good, hopeful, inspirational, and warm…kind of like the room I’m sitting in right now. May it draw you to delight in the treasures of life. May it bring you peace in the craziness of life. And may it inspire you to not look perfect like the Pottery Barn trees out there, but to live authentically like your unique Christmas tree.
God gave us all unique fingerprints, and with those fingers we have all created our own unique Christmas trees. I hope you know this Christmas season that you are a one of a kind creation made by the Creator Himself. He’s crazy about you. He truly is. May that truth this Christmas season settle into your heart in a new way. God’s got good things for you. Anticipate it. Until next time…