The grand kids are in bed, Mom and Dad are finishing up the last tasks of this christmas eve night. Luke and Myah had their first needle felting lessons and made wonderful ornaments that are hanging on the tree. They are proud and pleased with their bells, stars, gingerbread men, and quarter moon. They are beautiful. A gift for christmas eve. At bedtime we all snuggled in the "Mom and Dad's bed, and listened while my daughter, their Mom read the "Polar Express" and "The Night Before Christmas". All listening and enjoying the pictures. For me, a precious moment, I remember my daughter their Mom being snuggled in my arms on christmas eve reading, being so excited about this day of receiving of giving. Earlier in the night Luke and Myah got to pick one gift, Sasha was able to do that, the one gift on christmas eve. They picked their boxes, and are happily sleeping in their snuggly new pj's. I am getting ready to sleep in the old memories, the new souvenirs of today, that will be tomorrows memories. All a thread, woven with care, and struggle, and the deepest abiding love. The gift that allows us to endure, to soar, to love and be loved. May we each be able to enjoy this season, the darkest of the year and the most enduring in our appreciation of the light.
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