Two More Days...

The excitement's in the air. And at any given moment, Flynn can spit out the exact count of days until she wakes up to see that baby under the tree...you know, the one that praises herself for the poo poo in the potty.

Gabe's along for the ride this year. He's pickin' up what we're layin' down -- just not to the full realm that Flynn understands it. He knows he's getting presents. He knows he's getting to eat lots of cookies. In his world, that equals bliss.

Know what I really hope they get? That this isn't about them. That it's about Him. That tons of years ago, God gave them the ultimate gift. The one that doesn't run on batteries, or take an hour to untwist & untwine from a insanely taped box.

Can you imagine being there? Can you imagine being Mary? Knowing that you were not only about to give birth, but it wouldn't be with an epidural...or even running water. That you'd be responsible for bringing God to earth. And you'd be the one putting band aids on His boo boos?

I hope that through these next few days, those last minute gifts, or my kids' sugar high hyperactivities, or throwing together a last minute dessert I forgot about, don't derail me from the reason we wear red & green.

“Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger." Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, "Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests.”- Luke 2:11-14