Christmas.

I feel as if I've been living in a dream over the past few weeks.  One of those really good, I never want to  wake up kind of dreams.  And the best part is I can vividly remember every detail in my memory. 

The sound.  There was music.  Joyful music.  Silent Night, Frosty the Snowman...you name it, I heard it!

The lighting. There were lights, beautiful lights decorating everything in sight.  Houses, stores, streets, and trees.

The smell.  It was the most glorious combination of fresh pine, cinnamon, gingerbread, and home cooked ham.

The setting.  Here, there, and everywhere good.  The homes of our families, Frederick Meijer Gardens, the mall, the ballpark, and perhaps the best spot- our cozy, little apartment. 

The people.  This is where the heart of the dream was.  I was surrounded by friends and family. 

The expressions.  Love, laughter, smiles, and joy!  There was a little bit of stress and chaos mixed in there too but we don't go there.  ;]

As I slowly wake up from this dream that I like to call Christmas, I realize how truly blessed I am.  My heart is overflowing.  These past few weeks have been magical for me.  Thank you heavenly Father for this beautiful gift.

Sincerely,
A Mama trying to find her way back to reality.