7 am on Christmas Eve and there's a lull in the house, the inhale before the big exhale. There's plenty left to be done in the cooking, wrapping and cleaning departments. And I have to run out to get a few last things. And my family of 14 is coming over this afternoon and I really don't think I have any clean pants.
But the morning quiet is a moment that I'm enjoying. I have the sunrise to my left out the window and I can hear my kids sleeping in the room to my right. My 10 year old niece is here to learn how to cook and bake. It makes me so happy to share what I love to do with her. But more than that I'm hoping to make a memory for her that she will look back on as she gets older and draw comfort knowing that I love her. And for me, that's what Christmas is.
I might be grumpy, frustrated and overwhelmed by 2 o'clock today, but by 5 when everyone is here and we're eating, drinking and being merry I know I will take another moment and let that happiness of my family fill me up.