A Prayer for a Little Home

During the Christmas holiday season I tend to get a little emotional.

When it comes to traditions, I am a sucker for them.  I love them all. All.

When it comes to decorating, everytime I pull out my Memaw's decorations I have, I cry.

I miss her every day. Every. Single. Day.

Looking at my husband makes me tear up a lot of times (although he has no idea) because I know how truly blessed I am to have him in my life.  I don't know how God chose him for me, but man I am glad he did.

I love both of my families very much but I still cannot help getting a little emotional when I think about the time I don't get to spend with my parents during the holidays. They really are amazing.

This year, I miss my brother, Bradley.  He won't be around, I haven't spoken to him in months, he sent me a Christmas card which made me cry and feel guilty because I didn't send him one and I just really wish he were around to talk to.  Geez.  Tearing up writing this.  moving on.

Christmas for me is a time for family.  For going home again, no matter what home is to you.  It is Christmas where I believe magic surrounds us all the time and life can take on some many new meanings and adventures. 

God send us a little home;

To come back to when we roam.

Wooden floors & fluted tiles;

Wide windows, a view for miles.

Red firelight & deep chairs;

Small white beds upstairs.

Great talk in little nooks;

Soft colors, rows of books.

One picture on each wall;

Not many things at all.

God send us a little ground;

Where tall trees stand 'round.

Homely flowers in fertile sod;

Overhead, thy stars, O God.

God bless thee when winds blow;

Our home, our family, and all we know.