That’s my description of Christmas this year.
It was just our little family of four this year and it was completely perfect. Last year, we were minus one with Big Daddy being deployed over the holidays. This year, it would have been enough just to be together but we were blessed beyond that.
I woke up around six that morning when my family started sending their Merry Christmas text messages and I couldn’t get back to sleep for the excitement. I was just sure the kids would be in to rush us downstairs any moment so I laid there and waited for them.
By 7:30, I nudged Big Daddy and told him we were going in to wake them and rush them downstairs.
Sister was first and she was a little slow to wake. The girl has always loved her sleep and a promise of gifts doesn’t change that.
We went in to wake Brother next. I asked if he was ready to get up and told him Merry Christmas. With his eyes still closed, he said, “Not yet, let me get warmed up!” With that, he stretched and groaned once and then shot up, eyes wide and said, “Now I’m ready!”
We spent the whole day just being together. We read the Christmas story first thing and then started opening gifts while breakfast was in the oven. So many times, one of the kids would stop and tell us that this was their favorite day ever. Mine, too.
At some point during the afternoon, I watched as my husband was showing both kids how to play a new game. I couldn’t help but think that my family is so perfect for me. I felt a deep sense of contentment. I wanted the day to last forever.
Honestly, why can’t it? Those same four people are always here, under the same roof. We can always make time to play games and just be with each other. We can slow down and be thankful and content for each other.
I’m making it a point to have Christmas more often.