Like A Kid At Christmas
Every year when the boxes of lights and ornaments come down from the attic, the magic of childhood comes down with them. I can't help but get giddy over the anticipation and excitement of it all.
Our tree isn't elegant, it doesn't have a theme, and it won't make the cover of Southern Living, but it is full of memories and stories. I love our star Matt made from a coat wire our first Christmas together. We didn't have the money to go buy one for our tree then. It's the best tree topper I know.
I love the ornaments Mom got us every year since I was a very little girl. I love remembering why each one was picked. I love the large nail we hang on our tree to remind us of the ultimate gift God was giving that first Christmas, his son in a infant form to become a sacrifice for our sins.
I love telling Harrison about the ornaments and their stories. I love making new memories with my boys. I love having my children to share in the excitement and wonder. And I look forward to all the Christmases to come and the memories we will make.