hopes and dreams and love...

The North Pole has shared a breath of chilly air with Southwest Florida... a bit of Christmas magic, as we bundle in jeans, scarves and closed toe shoes.  I even slipped on the gloves Ann gave me for Christmas last year...

We are ready for Christmas.
Treasures are wrapped, waiting to be tucked under the tree after my not-so-littles head for sugar plum dreams.  Their lists were not long this year... and their contentment in life, with life, makes this heart only thankful.

Tonight, in soft flickering candlelight, we'll hear the Christmas story.  It is my favorite. A gift of humble hope that saved the world. Saved my life. Saves my life.

Wishing you a beautiful Christmas... one of hope and dreams and love...

I am not brave
I'll never be
The only thing my heart can offer is a vacancy
I'm just a girl
Nothing more
But I am willing, I am Yours

Be born in me, be born in me
I'll hold you in the beginning, You will hold me in the end
Every moment in the middle, make my heart your Bethlehem
Be born in me

- Born in Me, Francesca Battistelli