Christmas Favorites

Now that it is December, I can share some of my favorite things about Christmas.



I love Nativity scenes. I love to see the Savior of the world in His humble beginnings, Lord of all, cradled in a manger. I love to be reminded that He, the Son of God, was not too good for something. He truly can understand our circumstances.






There are so many scriptures that testify of Jesus Christ and his divinity. My favorite, though, tell of his birth and his young childhood. Perhaps, because I am raising young children now, these verses have such impact. Perhaps it is the understanding that the Messiah came to Earth and began His life just the same as you and me. It was what He did with His life that made Him who he became.

There is a unique magic found only in Christmas. It was a wonder to me as a child, as I would sit by my tree at night after everyone else had gone to bed, and feel this magic in the quiet stillness of night. Only as I have gotten older have I come to understand what that magic is. It is the Spirit of Christ; His love, His mercy, His peace.

The magic seemed to only exist at night, when the lights were on. During the day, the tree was just a pretty tree, but at night, the magic came alive. Again, only as I got older did I begin to understand. The light of Christ, the light that fuels our souls, is represented by the lights on the tree. His light can penetrate even the hardest of hearts this time of year, and more kindness abounds (except at shopping malls...)

"Cheese"y Boys

I was taking some pictures for a project I was working on, and Cameron asked, "Mommy, don't you want to take a picture of me?" What mom could resist such a request? So I took a couple of pictures, but he refused to look up. When asked why, he replied, "Because I'm reading my book!"Finally he gave in and smiled for me.
Logan had to have his part. "Eese Mommy". This was his version of asking for his picture to be take as well.
After one shot he went back to what he had been doing.
And finally looked up for one last "Eese!"

My Little Logan

These moments with Logan are so much harder to let go of. I rarely take pictures of the other kids sleeping, but this moment captured my heart. His little face all smooshed into his pillow, sleeping with his b (his name for his blanket), and my baby is not so much a baby anymore...
Baby feet are just too sweet, little reminders that these will carry him to do big things.
This is him...when he needs comfort from his b, he tucks it under his nose and holds it in his hands. This is a moment that makes me sad he is growing up.