May I never forget the joy of Christmas with these two littles.  In the midst of sleepless nights due to teething, nightmares, and the stress of keeping up with life’s commitments (aka the laundry and dishes, not to mention bills) something magical happened this past Christmas morning.  Here I was in a cute little cottage of a house with a huge backyard with two smiling kiddos and a husband who still loves me after a decade…  There are have been several moments lately when the reality of all the blessings in my life come and smack me in the face.  Christmas morning was one of these times.  I sometimes don’t know what to do with the abundance of grace and blessings in my life, so I squander it by stressing on this big bill or that stack of dishes, or some fight with Zach about who’s turn it is to get up in the middle of night.  I make those the things of life instead of what is real.  And this is what is real – I have an amazing family,  I get to raise two wonderful babies, I have a husband who helps me to take myself less seriously and loosens me up a bit, AND I serve a God who is victorious and lavishes his grace on me.  Yes may I never forget the joy of Christmas with these two littles.  Because this I think is what truly matters, this is what I should dwell on – this is God’s lavish unending grace.