It's nearly 5:00 on Christmas morning. I think everything is ready; I just can't sleep. I was asleep but have been waking up at 4:30 almost every morning of the break. The kids were told that 7:00 is the earliest we can get started, so I may as well stay up.
We continued our Christmas Eve traditions, mindful that this is MK's last Christmas in high school. It's much more exciting to think in terms of the "firsts" she is anticipating, but I can't help thinking about the "lasts" as well.
We went to an early service last night. It was specifically designed for children. I loved it. Kids of all ages were there: dozens of chatty and fussy and restless and joyful children! T. Willy had a great time, and it topped off by singing what he announced as his favorite song. "Hark the Herald Angels." He sang it with beautiful sincerity, and it really touched my heart. I am blessed to be the mother of these two, and I am thankful for them every day.
The Big Man wasn't able to go, but after work, he joined us to look at Christmas lights, then we went home for (in T.'s words) our feast. We watched a Christmas movie, and the kids each opened one gift. MK opened a new DVD player, and T. Willy opened a DVD. How appropriate. The highlight of the evening, though, was T. Willy asking to read Luke 2 this year. The Big Man or I usually do it, but it was extra special hearing it from the mouth of an 8 hear old.
Since T. was little, we've always had him sleep with MK on Christmas Eve, so she could run interference and make sure he doesn't peek. This year he decided that he didn't want to do that. It was disappointing for MK, but last night he changed his mind. So I sent them off to bed and then did the same.
I guess I'll try to do it again - for a little while at least.
Merry Christmas!!!
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