Maybe, when you're a parent you do experience child-like joy, just a bit.
Brad and I were almost giddy getting things ready for our girls' Christmas.
On Christmas Eve, at the end of the service,our pastor put up this question on the overhead:
Have you paused long enough at the manger--considering Jesus--to be filled with a joy that is greater than your stress?I try hard to fill the anxious with thankful--with joy. It's hard. Christmas day with our girls? Pure delight and joy! For them, and for me.
1098. Two girls, in their Christmas jammies, sprinting to their new aprons to go with...
1099. ...their brand new play kitchen!
1100. New books to read.
1101. New pram to push babies.
1102. Playing with cousins.
1103. Adoration from grandparents.
1104. Two girls running to the tree to find a spot for their new ornaments.
1105. The girls respecting the "one finger" rule with the Christmas tree (still standing and all ornaments in tact).
1105. Snuggles with Hadley at 6AM.
1106. Some answers and solutions to the girls' health issues.
1107. Going for a run by myself, without the stroller, for the first time since the girls were born--it's been so long, I've lost the charger for my ipod.
1108. Pandora on my phone for my run.
1109. Hanging the girls' artwork in our house.
1110. Playdate with Anna and Jill.
1111. A Christmas Eve service that worked with the girls' schedule.
1112. Watching the girls "do" imaginary play.
1113. Play in a pirate boat that keeps an empty cardboard box permanently in my living room, but provides hours upon hours of endless fun.
1114. Reading Mandy's sweet list of blessings through the holiday travel with her family.