So Many Gifts
I recently ran across something I wrote at Christmastime when Emerald was just two years old. Reading it again reminded me of the small, precious moments that God blesses us with. They remind us of His goodness. Here’s one such memory that’s already ten years old: Tonight we pulled boxes from high shelves. We blew dust from the tops and sat together, pulling out memories one by one. “Remember this one?” we asked each other over and over again. And we did remember. We held each shiny ornament by its silky ribbon and dangled it in front of Emerald’s tiny face, telling her stories and explaining where we got each one. Her blue eyes blinked wide with wonder. She gasped each and every time. “Ooh, I love it! It’s my favorite!” We laughed at her enthusiasm, and we smiled at each other with delight because we all knew that each of us felt the same way she did.
