I love having a new baby boy on Christmas. I can’t help but think of Mary and how she must have nuzzled and smelled the top of baby Jesus’s head. How she must have reveled at his newness, his tiny fingers and toes. How he must have looked up at her from the breast and smiled, just like my baby boy does. And most of all, I think about how she must have felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility raising the son of God. I try to remember that when I get overwhelmed as I raise children of God. Happy birthday Jesus and thank you to his momma.
ps – These are still sitting on my desk….so if you get one in the mail…pretend it is the first time you are seeing it 😉