Hi, how was your Christmas?
Apart from Fe, we were all knocked out with the flu and are just now slowly recovering. So, this Christmas hasn't been all that I thought I wanted it to be. In my head, I had had it all planned out: a Middle Eastern dinner, and a program including the acting out of the Nativity with hand-sewn costumes (no, that didn't happen, nor will it ever, let's be honest), the singing of carols in both German and Finnish, and the decking of the halls with self-made garlands and ornaments. Games, perhaps, and lots of laughter, certainly. Instead, it's been diarrheac (I made that word up, I believe) diapers, headaches, a lot of phlegm (sorry), fever, antibiotics, sleepless nights, etc. Fe was the only one dancing and prancing like a red-nosed reindeer fairy (bless her heart).
And still, there was peace and joy to be had.
Just like that first Christmas, which may not have been perfect; which saw dusty roads, discomfort, sacrifice, exertion, labor, sweat, and blood. And then amidst it all a small baby. A bright new star in the dark sky, to give us light.
Isn't it fascinating that the glorious story of Christmas is really the quiet story of motherhood.
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