After a lengthy nap yesterday, our little family of three headed out to have dinner together and went to look at Christmas lights in a neighborhood that is famous for doing it BIG every year.
See what I mean?
Wow, I'm old.
Maybe it was the lights. The magic and wonder of what we saw last night that made me feel childlike and innocent.
Somehow all of it - every twinkle light, every tear shed, every moment spent with those that I've loved has changed me. I do believe that the Christmas I feared was lost has been found. I didn't find it though.
Christmas found me.
Merry Christmas to you all!