This year, I kinda-sorta have a helper. Yes, she's two, but she is old enough to know that Something is Happening!
We've been blasting the Christmas Music.
We've been cuddling up on the couch as we watch Mickey's Once Upon a Christmas once...twice...possibly a dozen times now.
We've been pointing out all the decorations on people's lawns during our walks outside.
I giggle at myself. I never outgrew this love of the beauty that comes with the Holidays. I put up our Christmas Tree Thanksgiving weekend. I started singing Christmas Carols (secretly) around Halloween. And while most my family encourages the Holiday Spirit with a goodly amount of joy...this year I've got my own little girl to thoroughly, even ridiculously, enjoy every tiny thing with.
And I can start to talk with her about the story of Christmas.
The most precious story of a God that loves her THAT much. That much that he sent his son to save her.
So, I'm living it up. Me and my little helper are celebrating every little thing about the season. I want her to feel how special it is.
I think these moments with her might be the greatest gift I could get.
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