The house is quiet.
"The Nativity Story" is playing out on the television. Chris sleeps nearby.
I feel like I dash into many of my weekends short of breath, just making it across the finish line in time.
Tonight I feel blessed and content, as content as can be on this imperfect earth.
Even though it's been a wonderful year, a rough year, an exciting year, a painstaking year, I'll take it all, happy to have it, grateful to have it with the people in my life.
I remember the reason for this season: the plight of a young new mother as she brought our Savior into this world and the pain that came with having to say goodbye to that Son; God giving His only Son so that we may live.
I am grateful for this year, however it has come, and equally thankful for the next.
Have a wonderful, merry, blessed Christmas. Remember why we celebrate: love.