Tonight Hudson stands quietly in front of the warm light of our tree. Taller than last Christmas and each day looking more like a miniature young man. Somehow that chubby baby grew into a kindergartner this year. A polo shirt adorned with his school crest tucked neatly into crisp navy blue shorts, his brand new tennis shoes a radiant white the sandbox had yet to sully. He looked at himself in the mirror and beamed nervously. “My heart just started beating this fast,” he exclaimed while patting his chest as quickly as he could.
A year full of heart-fluttering milestones for us all: A first day of kindergarten for Hudson. Ollie’s first steps. Her first words. Hudson losing his first tooth in the middle of our favorite restaurant – his excitement so palpable, the entire wine cafe erupted in applause. And the moment when early one August morning before Ryan had gone to work, two blue lines appeared on a stick in our bathroom.
So many significant moments, but in a year that has been so hard for so many, it reminds us to cherish the mundane ones as well. The lunch boxes packed, the tantrums endured, the bedtime stories told. We cling a little tighter to each other and to the hope we find in this season.
As I whisk Hudson away from the tree to his bed tonight – his sister already sleeping soundly in her crib – he remarks, “You know why I love the tree so much Mama? It reminds me of Jesus and makes my heart feel warm.”
“Me too, Bear,” I tell him, as we snuggle into his bed for another bedtime story.