The crafter in me loves the Christmas season because of all the homemade goodness, the glitter, the wrapping, the salsa making, the red & green tulle, the pretty lights.
The organizer in me loves the shopping lists, the receipt keeping, the gift deciding & purchasing.
The child in me loves believing in Santa & not believing in calories from December 1-31st.
The mother in me can’t. wait. to see her babe’s shock & excitement when they discover their new treasures early Christmas morning.
The consumer in me really wants an ipod touch & an orange beach cruiser.
The spirit in me knows the real, legit meaning of Christmas.
Ever since I can remember, Brother Cox has sung O Holy Night in Lyn Rae Ward sacrament meeting, the week before Christmas. I enjoyed it every year growing up.
Fast forward to this year. After six years of being married & living on my own, I find myself in Lyn Rae again, with a husband & two kiddos. We are blessed to be living with my parents while sorting out our career’s future. During the course of the last 12 months, I have often questioned why it was necessary for us to take this “backward” step. At first I felt like a big fat failure, but now I’m realizing there are reasons why we were led here. I’ve recently been making a mental list of all those blessings.
And Brother Cox’s number on Sunday is on that list.