Love coma

Christmas here at home.
The last few days has embodied love .... the way God designed it.

Love is meeting at the park with other Moms, that are good friends, good company, and is a good feeling. Its eating dinner at a friends house while your kids play together and watching another woman's testimony on how God worked in her life.

Love is seeing my 7 year old daughter raise her hands in church as an act of praise and worship to her Heavenly Father... and watching her dance to praise music and clap and cheer complete strangers on to get baptized.
Love is watching your sons get tears in their eyes because God is working and are moved by other peoples outward expression to love and honor Christ.

I saw people come to Christ right before my very eyes.
Love is sitting in church with my Grandma and loving on her during this awesome holiday season when it's hard for her because she is missing her daughter and Mom that have passed on.
Love is making cookies for Santa.
Love is eating more candy and sweets than we should have, watching the Polar Express, Miracle on 34th St., and It's a Wonderful Life more than a 1/2 dozen times.
Love is drinking my morning coffee and sitting and talking with my Grandma.
Love came from making my first ornaments, skirts, and aprons and giving them to the people I love the most.
Love is wrapping presents until 2am, getting cranky & snippy with my Danny and feeling his overwhelming love anyways.
Love is singing Christmas carols in the car, in the kitchen, in the shower, and swooning to a Michael Buble Christmas album that I knew my brother, sister, and Mom were swooning to too.
Love is getting kidnapped for a late night Starbucks run and never having more fun in getting coffee.

Love is seeing the most amazing Christmas show, dancers, lazer shower, the Green Man group (something like the Blue Man group) preform.
Love is swatting glow in the dark bouncy balls with your church family.
Love is attending a Christmas eve service that brings me to tears (again!).
Love is seeing kids dress up as the Nativity Scene.
Love is in Danny's baking GINORMOUS cookies that oozed chocolate and love in every bite.
Love is holding my sweet baby niece and thinking how I can just squeeze the snot outta her and then find a way to hang her on my Christmas tree.
Love is an heirloom that comes in the form of a heart-key necklace with my initials inscribed... love is giving it to my daughter and then my granddaughter and my great grand daughter... love is telling that story of when my sister gave it to me and the love it symbolized on Christmas.
Love is watching my Grandma cry over a photo in a frame of her and her new great grandbaby.
Love is watching my sister see how much it meant to our Grandma.
Love is excitement of a roll of mentos.
It's the comfort of slippers and its the comfort of just being us.
Love is my family.

I slipped into a total LOVE coma that came through the phone in wishing long distance family "Merry Christmas".. wishing with all my heart I could just reach through the phone and grab them and love them to pieces..
Love is just being able to feel the power and presence of God at Christmas dinner with my family.
Love is the food made with love, the conversation, the laughing,
Love is just being all together in the same room together
Love was and is unforgettably beautiful.

God is so utterly amazing ... so amazing that he makes me a big blubber McBlubber face. The greatest gift God gave was His Son... and the birth of that sweet baby that lay in a manger and made it possible for me to and my family to experience this HUGE love and all the blessings of just being together.

We say "just being together is enough" or "as long as we are with the ones we love, that's what Christmas is about"..... and it is. Whether family is far away, passed on or live down the street... family is my gift. God is the ultimate gift giver... and He never gets it wrong.

God is Love.