The other one we all love is cutting down our beloved Christmas tree. Sure, there isn't a wagon/sleigh ride, hot cocoa or any other bells or whistles, but that's not really why we do it. We found a little tree farm that we've gone to for 8 years now and wouldn't change a thing. Our kiddos love it and the simplicity is nice. Last night, my heart was filled with thankfulness as all of us laid quietly under the tree all lit up. Well, Isaac wasn't really quiet, but close enough ;) I have fond memories of doing this with my big brother, Wendall growing up.
What will our children have memories of? We can choose that now. My mom just got me a little wooden sign that says, "Pardon the mess, my children are making memories." What a good, challenging word during this season of life. LORD, help me to embrace the chaos with a thankful heart. My deepest desire of being a momma has been fulfilled. I thought about this as I was cleaning windows yesterday that were smeared with hand/mouth prints. Thank you, Jesus for the dirt! These kids are priceless treasures!
