This holiday is going to be epic!
Not because my husband and I spent oodles of hard-earned cash on insanely lavish gifts for our son.
~His haul will be modest.
Not because I have dedicated hours shopping for ingredients and whipping up dozens of scrumptious treats.
~Not one morsel has been baked.
Not because our home is bedecked and bejeweled with colorful Christmas decorations and sparkly lights.
~They are lovely but sparse.
Thanks to our recent move, everything appears a wee bit off-kilter. The routine. This house. Our surroundings. Yep, life is totally and completely out of whack.
And yet, the spirit of the season persists. It has taken hold of my family, begged us to forgo the craziness and stress and relish in the simple joys.
There is nothing unique in the gifts placed beneath the glowing tree yet they radiate magic. So much so, that more than once I have caught my son lying nearby, enchanted by the lights.
I am in no way organized or prepared for the holiday yet I feel more festive than ever. Carols play non-stop, store-bought cookies are consumed, and nightly I enjoy a festival of neighborhood lights from our front window.
Our home appears Perfectly Imperfect. It stands ready for one-of-a-kind moments with family, lazy days in pajamas, heartwarming toasts, comforting meals, and long cuddles by the fire.
Yes, this holiday will be epic because I still Believe…do You?