Now that I'm older, I realize "the reason for the season." Instead of anticipating what presents there are for me, I have scoured the shops for that perfect little something for my loved ones. I find that this time of year is a challenge to do great things for others. Giving an old friend a ride to work, even if it's ten miles out of your way or having a late night phone chat with a long distance friend. Sometimes, the smallest things mean the most.
Last night, in that sweet little niche before bath time but after dinner, I stuck a hat and slippers on Kade and we ventured to the apartment below us, belonging to a wonderful woman named Mama Grace. We tapped on the door, bearing a box of homemade sugar cookies, dripping with vanilla frosting. She invited us in, asked us to take off our coats, expressed how grateful she was to have visitors. I have lived right above Mama Grace for a year now and besides a note on her door asking "please excuse our noise, Kade is teething!" I have had no communication with her. I found myself wondering why as she opened her home to us, offered us drinks and wanted to know all about our Christmas plans. She's the sweetest thing and gushed over our haphazardly decorated cookies, commenting that the little baby fingerprints in the frosting just made them.
In a simple holiday gesture, I found a friend. And baby, that's what it's all about. This time of year is a reminder in searching out the beauty and grace in the simple things in life. Christmas is the one time of year when it seems everyone shares a similiar feeling- a feeling of warmth and togetherness; a reason for long nights spent in front of fireplaces with the ones we love, not caring about what's happening outside of your small circle of hugs and warm gestures.
I hope Kade holds Christmas as a cherished memory; I know I'll cherish every Christmas I have him here with me, covered in flour and scoping out the presents.
One day, he'll tell funny stories about Mom manically cutting out snowflakes at the kitchen table.
And then, of course, there are the moments in between. Like the first big snow fall and long bubble baths with Santa Claus beards.
Now, on to late night phone conversation with my dearest Kelli and a hot cup of Christmas Tea.