This time last year I was bracing myself for a monumental shift as we were about to leave Buffalo for Chicago. I never would have dreamed I'd be having such a beautiful Christmas one year later.
A family of five with a very pleasant little baby boy.
A big house with individual bedrooms.
No tree (crushing hazzard), no lights (electrical hazzard), no bulbs (choking hazzard), but a lovely mantel with 5 stockings (on stocking hagers with the potential for laceration hazzard, but avoided!).
A little girl who likes to wear a tiara and make faces at herself in the mirror.
A boy who could play with his electric toothbrush all day.
A loving, gracious congregation.
A cool, fun, family-like staff.
An amazing husband.
And the chance to remember my Savior came to earth for me.
Merry, merry Christmas.
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