An Unexpected Journey

That moment when my kids came racing down the stairs- except for the baby.   She stayed at the top because she said she wanted a photo alone!   She is her own person and moves at her own pace.   Always.   Even Christmas morning.   They grab the stockings- this year we wrapped everything.   Then my kindergartener called everyone to a halt.   We must pray first she yelled repeatedly.   I am pretty sure I owe her sweet teacher for this one as I have never prayed before presents.   It was precious. Warmth.   Smells that beckon and tastes that delight.   Classical Christmas music dancing around us.   Flames on the screen because in Georgia it’s too hot for the real ones.   Squeals of delight and shredding of paper.   Bows flying and eyes full of wonder. Hugs and thank you’s.   I set the dining room table that once belonged to my great grandmother with the china that once belonged to my other great grandmothe...