The birth of our Jesus.
The coming together of family and friends.
The giving of gifts.
The feasting.
The reflection of the past year.
The celebration and recognition of a new season.
The remembrance of those who have touched our lives, that no longer celebrate with us.
As I think back over the years, these different elements have come to fruition in many different ways in my heart and my life.
This year, as I prepare my home, my children and my own heart for the celebration of my Jesus, it is with a longing for what was.
As I've shared before, my Grandpa passed away in May; and as we roll through this holiday season I am reminded of the beauty and frailty of life in so many ways. My heart aches for that man that was a pillar in my life for so long. I would love to sit and hold his hand just a little bit longer, to kiss his weathered cheeks and hear him call me "scrounge." I would love to see the love and delight in his eyes, just one more time, as he watches my children play...
I am thankful for the years we had with him. I am thankful for the privilege of having a loving Grandpa.
But, I miss him, and that's just part of the journey of this life.
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