Perfect

We put our tree up last night.

Now, I am the first to admit that our life is imperfect, flawed and sometimes crazy. That well laid plans often go awry and that, more often than not, our life is definitely not a Hallmark card.

But last night was perfect.

We had a small devotional about Christ's birth and the Shepherds following the star to find the baby Jesus. Then we put our star on top of our tree, followed by tiny twinkling lights and ornaments from years past. Each ornament we pulled out held a story of the year we got it, what our life was like and we relished in the history of our little family as we lay down our very own roots and traditions.

As the girls took turns adorning the tree we sang together as a family. Jingle Bells, O Christmas Tree and We Wish You a Merry Christmas (with extra giggles on the "Figgy Pudding" verse). It was just one brief evening in our lives when everything was just right and I felt the Spirit of our Savior lightening my cares and filling our home with the warm, static feelings that come when His spirit is there.


When we were finished we turned out all of the overhead lights and just stood in silence, gazing at our tree and basking in the glow we made together. Yes, perfect is just the right word.