We decorated early this year. I’m usually completely against Christmas decor until after Thanksgiving, but we wanted to fully enjoy Christmas after our weeklong trip to New England.
Jackson was so excited to put his tree up. I watched as his little hands carefully hung each ornament. They all ended up in one big clump at the bottom of the tree. I spread them out when he wasn’t looking.
The bad thing about having a boy- all the ornaments are trucks, tractors, and planes. He thought he had hit the jackpot with a box full of new toys. He takes them off and plays with them, which is a little stressful for his Type A mama.
But he drives the tractor ornament across the carpet and I remind myself that it’s just an ornament. What I’ll remember most in years to come are his little fingers grasping Buzz Lightyear.
When we turned off the lights and plugged in the tree, his face filled with wonder at the sight of the twinkling white lights.
That moment was a gift and these words filled my mind: The whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders. (Psalm 65:8)
The wonder of a child at Christmas.
The wonder of a baby in a manger.
The wonder of His love.
The wonder of Christmas.