(this is Max’s new thing, he looks at whoever is holding him every so often. I think he was really bewildered by this person)
Christmas looks a bit different this year. I have a baby, a much tighter income, and my parents are divorced. Although I could grump around about how different could mean worse I have decided that that wouldn’t do me any good. In fact this Christmas has allowed for more focus on what this season is really all about. Family, charity, and our Savior.
I won’t say that I don’t have a secret wishlist because I would be lying. There is a plethora of wants but in conjuction with my post about simplicity, I have found that my wants are just that, wants. I don’t need a bunch of new clothes and I don’t need fancy schmancy techno things (although a printer would be wonderfully practical). Instead I just want a haircut and to create traditions for Max. I want to see him surrounded by family who loves him. I want to eat Christmas ham and snuggle by the fire playing some games.
I am grateful for what this year has brought me. I am grateful for a loving Heavenly Father who helps me see that a new perspective in life can bring out hidden blessings.