Twas the Night Before Christmas

There certainly isn't any stirring going on here. This may be one of the quietest Christmas Eve's of my life. Not a single child is present...even Emma is on quiet snuggle mode! It's a Wonderful Life is playing in the background as I type, and I can sympathize with old George Bailey. Life doesn't always end up the way you plan and the plans you make for it sometimes seem to get all mixed up. Please don't get me wrong, I love the life that David and I have made for each other. Actually, he is my greatest strength and he keeps me going. Sometimes when things seems so bleak and wrong, we lean on each other to get through it.

Everybody asked me what I wanted for Christmas this year. I really only had 2 completely unobtainable, impossible items. So, as a peace offering I will ask that everybody pray. Pray hard that God continues to keep Chelsea safe and brings her home safe and sound in February, and then pray for our two older children. Remember the blog about the Giraffe and children's free will? Well, that wonderful gift of free will may be their demise. I love all three of our children. Not a one of them can deny that. But, those two older children need more than a mother's love. I pray that prayers and God's intervention is the answer. I have no more suggestions, answers and certainly no more patience for any of it.

Merry Christmas Eve...