In a few hours we are hitting the road.
Spending Christmas in Utah was not originally in the plans, but I am so excited we decided to drive back. I think this holiday season is a little more meaningful to all of us.
While the kids are having their class parties, Mike and I are trying to pack up the truck and conceal all the goodies. Collin is convinced Santa doesn't come to North Dakota, and Tess is asking if he is even real. I told them Santa visits you where ever you are sleeping, and if you don't believe in Santa he doesn't bring you presents. Enough said.
In a world that is so crazy, sometimes scary, and full of unexpected things, I see no harm in believing in something good, wholesome and magical. It has been a difficult week for many of us as we are trying to process the tragedy at Sandy Hook Elementary. It hits me so close to home, my Tess is in first grade. The tears come freely when I think about other mother's trying to deal with the loss of a child. I can't even begin to imagine the pain they are feeling.
While I can't understand why these things happen, I can put faith in my Savior. I'm very grateful to have a holiday to celebrate his birth and teach my children of his goodness and love.
I hope you have a wonderful, lovely, and magical Christmas. Mele Kalikimaka...
See you in 2013!
