Thursday, December 30, 2010


There's always something vaguely romantic about Christmas.

I don't mean lovey dovey stupid "Diamonds are forever," kind of romance, but more of a beauty that isn't of this world. There's an "other" kind of love, beauty at Christmas.

There's a certain poignancy to it, I think, and sitting in church with 4 generations of my mother's family crammed into a pew, my 14 year-old-godson sitting beside me, meeting my alto harmony note for note with his sweet tenor voice, my grandpa, sister, cousins, aunts and uncles gathered together while snow fell glittery and heavy outside-- all celebrating together the joy of the Savior who came from that "other," for us--nothing seemed/seems more beautiful than that.


Anonymous said...

LOVED reading this post....I am so glad you had a great Christmas! Most of all i am so happy we got to talk last night and catch up....can't wait to see you soon!!! We love our hannah! As i am typing this claire is pointing to the screen saying hannah!!!