The Gift

I sang this song in a voice recital when I was younger. It is one of my very favorites,  I cry everytime I hear it. It is such a simple but powerful story.

Christmas time is filled with so many wonderful things...but what I love most is the reason for it all. Christ was born, a tiny baby boy, who has made it possible for me, and for everyone to return and live in heaven again with our families. This truth stands triumphantly and miraculously, no matter what happens in this life. He gave us this gift becuase He loves us, and the greatest gift we can give, is to love Him, and love eachother.

a fairytale

Trey's new favorite movie is "Beauty and the Beast" We probably watch it once a day, and I am not opposed! It has always been my favorite! I even have a picture of me at Disneyland when I was 5, with the Beast, wearing a Beauty and the Beast sweatshirt! Trey loves to act out parts in the movies he watches, he runs around the house during chasing scenes, dances, sings, yells...it's more entertaining to watch him, actually! This morning we were watching Beauty and Beast, I was changing Claire, and not paying attention to what part the movie was at, Trey came over to me holding out his hand, I looked at the TV and it was the part where Belle and the Beast dance. I took Trey's little chubby hand and we danced around the living room! My little prince charming!

Ever since I can remember I've dreamed of getting married to the man of my dreams and having a house full of children. I'd come home from school and help my Mom fold laundry on her bed and then eat some banana bread she just took out of the oven and my mind would dream of when I would be the one doing the laundry and baking for my own family. Well, yesterday Brock walked in the door from school just as I was pulling some banana bread from the oven and it hit me- all of my daydreams from when I was little have become my reality, and it's really quite wonderful- our very own "happily ever after"

 

this morning.

I heard Claire on the monitor waking up, checked the clock, 7am. Good girl, slept through the night. I tiptoed out of our room, trying not to wake Trey, who was curled up at the foot of the bed, snuggled up to his Daddy's legs. Claire's full of smiles when she sees I haven't forgotten about her, and she rubs my neck and arms with her silky soft fingers while I nurse her, with only the christmas tree for light. I change her diaper and nibble her toes, I love her little giggle so much. Trey comes waking into the living room with his blankie, "hi mom! hi care! what you doing?" He comes and lays beside Claire and she squeals as she excitedly reaches for his face, Trey looks up at me and laughs, "care funny!" Now they are both crawling towards the coffee table, which Trey calls the castle, "come on care," Trey is always telling her this, I love it. Once they're both underneath, Brock comes to join the party. "dadda awake!" He joins them in the castle and Claire worms her way towards him. He picks her up and rubs his morning stubble into her neck, for some reason she loves it. He talks to her as they head into the kitchen to make some toast. Trey makes his way to sit by me on the couch, he lets me hold him like a little baby and we lay beside each other, nose to nose, he likes to play with my hair and point out my eyes and nose and teeth. The sun hasn't even come up, and I've already had a good day.