...danced in their heads...
I have five in my room this Christmas Eve..
We had a visit from our home teacher and his elves. Grant said our home teacher is "the real Santa." He came with "a pack." We felt very blessed.
Some one is waiting to be discovered. I need to speak to my therapist about this. I thought I was a recovered pet owner, but Christmas brings out my inner includer.
The children came home from their visit with Rob, each one excited to tell about his or her favorite part of the few days. I'd stayed up well past midnight each night, feeling to hesitant to go to bed without my little companions, and trying to get the wrapping done. And here I am again.
It's Christmas morning. I am grateful for the birth of our Savior. I am grateful for the friends who have reached out to me and my family this Christmas time, with gifts and kind words. I am grateful for friends faraway, you grace my memories, strengthen my children and me with your good influences. I hope you all have a Merry Christmas..a blessed holiday season. I pray that you feel the love of God in your life. I am grateful for the friends and family who have helped me recognize it too.