What does Christmas mean to you? For me, it’s a time of faith, remembrance and celebration. The story of Jesus’s birth together with all that He represents. Our savior, my belief in miracles, angels from above and of course the magic of the season. A time when life is beautiful and all that is good in the world comes to be.
Last week, on Thursday, December 18th, I was busy writing my blog post “Traditions,” here in the comfort of my office space. Outdoors, the morning had been blanketed with freshly fallen snow. Deciding to stay cozy and warm, I wrapped myself in a fuzzy bathrobe of primary colored hearts. If anyone peeked in the window, they’d see what looked to be a giant Valentine’s Day greeting card! My hair was damp after a shower with strands falling from underneath a blue cotton towel. Each time I took a sip from a “Favorite Sister” coffee mug, two or three curls in different shades of blond fell into puddles of cream.
“Ting-a-Ling.” Sounds of my cell phone were ringing. Almost singing. An interruption. Glancing down, I knew this call could be important. My son was on the other line. “I don’t want you to worry, Mom,” he said. “She’s in labor.” He went on to say the labor stopped. The doctor was probably going to send them home.
Moving a few things to the side of my desk, I gathered my thoughts once again. On the glass of my half-moon desk, a red stapler to the left. Stacks of books to my right with yellow sticky notes and a pen of blue ink on top of a legal pad lined in green. A shiny new mouse in jet black resting on top of a pull-out drawer. Click-click.
Half an hour later, my cell phone rang again. Call me crazy, but even the ring tone sounded different this time. Without glancing down, I picked it up to answer. A ‘trying-to-be-calm’ voice was on the other end. Babies of two were coming at one!
My heart began to race together with the whole of my body. Looking at my desk clock, I had exactly one hour to get to the hospital. Pressing “Send” on my hopefully finished blog post, I dressed and drove to the hospital, arriving five minutes before surgery was scheduled.
There was my son, dressed in scrubs, looking taller and older than I ever remembered him to be. Within minutes, I knew the big of his heart would forever slay a dragon for his soon-to-be angels without wings.
At 1:31 and 1:32 on December 18th God gave me the best Christmas presents I could ever wish for. Miracles to be sure.
Payton Camille weighed in at 4lbs. 13 oz. while her bigger sister Olivia Lynn weighed 5lbs. 8 oz. Both are 18 ½ inches long. Born premature, they were immediately whisked off to the Special Care Nursery. Finally, I was able to hold them yesterday. No better feeling in all of this world.
Mom is coming home today, with her precious babies following by Christmas Day.
This is the true meaning and magic of Christmas. Celebrating the birth of Jesus. A time when life is beautiful and all that is good in the world comes to be.