Whew. The girls are done making and selling pumpkin rolls to raise Christmas money. The company year-end party is past. Another turkey dinner has come and gone. 6 trash bags full of wrapping paper have come and gone, and most of the gifts are put away. A 7 foot tall evergreen has come and gone. The nativity scene is safely tucked away in styrofoam near my elbow, slated for a trip to the shed at the bottom of the hill. And Hubby’s parents and sister have come and gone. Our 1180 square feet feels large and still and quiet and empty.
A significant number of new Barbies have taken up residence in our house, so I have a project to help break in my new sewing machine. Those poor women need some clothes. I am convinced that at least one inadvertently left the factory without the lower half of her outfit, like one of those nightmares where you suddenly realize that you are in the grocery store missing vital parts of your attire, and desperately hoping other shoppers won’t notice. Please tell me I’m not the only one with those dreams. She’s either Nightmare Barbie, or she’s wearing a very short minidress. I prefer the former. Either way, she’s getting a brand new skirt today, handcrafted with love by yours truly.
My dear father-in-law has posted several photos of the whirlwind week-long visit on his blog. I’m sure my sweet mother-in-law will post some soon.
And now we can get back to serving Christ in our quiet ordinary way by changing diapers, doing math, and cooking Friday Night Pizza with a cheerful spirit and looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow morning. Is it Scroogish of me to be glad that Christmas comes but once a year, or is a sleepy pregnant housewife allowed to feel that way after so much excitement?
Speaking of excitement, I’ve started to feel the baby move at 15 weeks! At least twice, always in the evening after dessert and an impetuous cup of coffee. Not surprisingly, sweets and caffeine seem to make this baby hyper, like any other child. It stuns me that I can feel a small person kicking tiny legs even before my pregnancy becomes obvious to those around me. These things never get old!
And now that I think about it, that tiny kicking reminder of new life ties in nicely to our celebration of Christ’s advent and the new life He bought for us.
Luk 2:10 And the angel said to them, “Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people.
Luk 2:11 For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord.












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