Last night I sat on the couch watching my three kids decorate our Christmas tree. I made a conscience decsision to sit back and let them put the decorations on because I wanted to etch the moment in my memory. And I did. There they were, the three of them, adding one golden ball, or red one, after the other, giggling, strategizing on the best spots. They were happy. I was happy.
Christmas is a special time for so many reasons, but for some, it can be a very difficult time. I felt so privileged to be able to enjoy this precious moment with my family. It was an overwhelming feeling of joy. We hear all these words during this time of year, "joy, comfort, gift giving, spirit, ..." Last night I felt the joy. And it felt good.
The years go by so quickly and before I know it, my kids will be off pursuing their own lives. That reality is so much closer than I want to admit and so, last night was priceless for me, their mother. I truly would not have wanted to be anywhere else on the planet but on that couch watching them, absorbing in my memory the expressions on their faces, their heights, their hands, their voices.
I was there. In the moment. And it was fleeting, yet unforgettable.
I wish all of you memorable moments of joy this Christmas and always.
Merry Christmas
