He shook this family up, elbowed his way in, and I kiss that baby neck so many times a day and it always smells so sweet. How did I ever live without those eyes?
We are in from Christmas Eve service where my eyes filled twice. It is official - God has melted me this past year. There are no two ways about it - I am the girl who cries now over the smell of hay that conjures up a stable full of livestock and Glory. I'm the girl who cries over a word choice so inspired that it remains unchanged after all of these years. I'm that girl. The crier.
Our gifts are opened and now we prepare for the reason we came in the first place. My heart feels ripe.
In a few minutes, I will sit at the coffee table with the man with the beautiful blue eyes (I never really did live without those eyes) and slice up fruit and stir together casseroles while we watch some vintage Ally McBeal.
Then tomorrow, we will celebrate.