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Not a creature is stirring on this quiet Christmas evening. Contentment has lulled us into a groggy sense of joyful stillness. Our children have explored the trappings of the day and indulged in a menu of whimsy. Our bellies are full and our hearts weighted in the blessings of togetherness. Old traditions invited new experiences and we moved through the day in a feeling of frivolousness unbound by time. Leisurely we made order out of nonsense only to disregard duty for play.

As my children exhaust the final hours of possibility from the day in quiet togetherness, I am grateful for our invisible guest Enough for gifting me a day of love and joy without want. No one tallied toys that were not present or grieved the vacant chairs of those who could not share the day. My fondest memories of the day are of my children playing in easy camaraderie and my husband and I resting, witnesses to a life we have built with love and intention out of hopes and dreams.

Tagged: Christmas, Family, Musings