Becki and Hope stopped by Christmas Eve. It's over a year since they've lived here. For the first four years of her life, ours was the only home Hope knew. She still remembers much of her time here, things she did here and how things were.
She ran into the bedroom and squealed "Remember I used to love to jump on the bed?" Of course I DO!!! Oh yes, she was quite the jumper... and she still is!
Here she's coming down for a landing....
Then a backward summersault.... Finally after a lot of jumping, we posed together....
Two silly girls... lots of giggles. This picture of her is so cute, that great big mouth! We were having the best time!
In my opinion, everyone in the world should know a child... and experience the world through that child's perspective for awhile, with complete abandon. It makes me think that the hours in the kitchen, and all the other holiday preparations, don't truly give us what we need most... those moments of magic and free-flowing love when we pause and enjoy all they hold in our hearts.
We open many pretty packages, but the best gifts are not found in boxes tied with ribbons. Look around... then feast on all the rich, deeply satifying moments we've been given to feed our hungry souls. The best presents of all are as those we love, and those who love us.
More to come... it's late and I'm very sleepy....
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