Here you will find Christmas in the corners, Advent in the alcove. The counter tops dusted with flour, the lip-corners dusted with crumbs. Our family-chosen Christmas hymn sung with gusto by the two-year-old at any given moment. Clementines spilling over bowl-rims, merry snowmen adorning Little Lady's desk.
Fingertips touching wood-carved Mary on her donkey, gently moving the two another space. And every day that she moves closer to the Moment, children's voices hush and they whisper, Almost.
Almost, and then forever.
Merry Christmas, kindest of friends! May you enter into forever with the gladdest of hearts!
