Cherished Christmas Memory

The room was warm, dimly lit with just the fire crackling, the twinkling of the Christmas tree, and Polar Express alive on the t.v. screen. Both of my children were wrapped up in my arms. Doug was roasting marshmellows in the fireplace. The wonderful smell of graham cracker and toasted marshmellow filled the air. Charlotte kept me entertained with her incessant questions and Douglass Charles with his up and down, not content to stay still long. In those sweet moments I realized I needed to remember this scene. My children small, all a smile with Christmas on their mind, Doug and I passing smiles between us, chuckling at the faces, the words, the silliness that our children displayed.

I hear these moments pass so fast and that one day I will awake to my children being grown, gone, and with them, the magic that is so alive during the holidays. I also know, that these are the moments I dreamed of - when I married Doug, when I found out I was pregnant, when each of my precious children were born. That moment, that space in time, I want to cherish always. The joy, the togetherness, the innocense and excitment of my children, are a gift, my gift this Christmas. A gift more valuable than anything I could ever receive - my family.

Wishing you and yours a cherished and joyful Christmas either with or remembering those who mean the very most to you!