happy christmas eve day.

this used to be my favorite day of the year. because i knew that at night, my family would eat, eat eat. smoked oysters. stuffed mushrooms. crab legs. the food would make me ridiculously happy. and so, all of the eating would coincide with a 9-year-old pensive girl running around the house, jumping up and down, singing along to the cabbage patch christmas album. sliding in her socked feet on the wood floors. laughing, giggling. anticipating.

now that i'm a little bit older, i still love christmas eve. it's filled with hope and memories and the promise of starting over. it's not about presents anymore. or the food. but it's about a very real savior who conquered the divide between man and god and did all of that so that everyone could know the meaning of true love.

so this christmas eve day, i'm thankful for that.

i hope that each of you can experience the meaning of true love this christmas. and that somehow, god would touch you, too.

i'll be back in a few days.
until then, christmas blessings.