I had this thought a few weeks ago: “What if this was my last Christmas with my children? What would they remember?” Now, I certainly hope and pray that this isn’t my last one…but I guess that thought has inspired me to think twice about what I spend my time doing this season. My children won’t remember if our trees were magazine worthy or the fact that I didn’t hang up garland on our banisters this year.
But I’m certain they will remember how they felt. I hope they remember that I spent this Saturday morning in my pjs, with no make-up on or hair done to decorate a gingerbread house with them. I hope they remember that I let them do it however they wanted. And that we sang along to Christmas tunes while I watched their little fingers work so carefully at creating a masterpiece to them.
“Love is spelled T-I-M-E.” – Dieter F. Uchtdorf