Tucked in a not so small cabin in the northern woods of Wisconsin with 30 of our most favorite people, on snow covered roads with a fair snow falling my little family of 5 nestled in one room to channel sugar plums dancing in heads. All except sweet baby Georgia. She had a hard time adjusting to the new bedtime environment. Max, Grace and Robb were all snug in their beds soundly by 9:45. For fear of not allowing everyone else sleep by 10:30 this momma had no choice left but to take my little honey wrapped in her blanket and head to the car. We drove out into the dark night. My Subaru's heat blasting, Amy Grants Christmas cd softly lulling and the white Christmas commencing we drove for about 15 minutes. She finally relented and I turned around. It was peaceful. It was a picture perfect Christmas Eve. It was time with my baby. It was reflecting on how blessed I feel to have this life I was given. It's by far not perfect. There is so much stress with holidays. I am thankful for that time. I am thankful for the family tradition. I am thankful to bear witness to the lessons and carols, the breaking of bread and the bonding of family strewn about the country gathered here now. ( and a handful celebrating at home this year). I am thankful that my kids get the chance to experience what I got to as a child there in the middle of the woods. Blessed by a wonderful family.
