Advent: Days One and Two
I can’t think of words that are beautiful enough.
Words that are thankful enough.
Words that, on their tippiest of toes and with outstretched arms, even start to touch a single branch of the joy I feel in this Advent season.
Days One and Two were a precious beginning to preparing our hearts for the celebration of our Savior’s birth:
Our church’s Advent Night, complete with Gigi’s reading of the meaning of the Christ candle in the Advent Wreath, and Lulu’s impromptu dance routine of dramatic grand jetes up and down the rows of pews during “O Holy Night.” Oh dear.
The privilege of spending the day watching Gigi practice her role in this year’s Nutcracker with around 100 other little ballerinas in making.
The appreciation that Lulu spent rehearsal day at the Nickel Arcade with her sweet daddy.
A dinner invite, Ina’s delicious Mac and Cheese and delicious conversation with dear friends.
Building mangers out of pretzel rods and getting unexpected hugs in Sunday School.
Pear cider drinking.
It was beautiful.
I am on my tippiest of toes and with outstretched arms, sending thanks up,
and anticipating the blessings that will come
this joyful Advent season.