Mom and I got up bright and early this morning. She was so happy when I told her it was Christmas. We had some of the sugar plum bread for breakfast and actually made it to the early Mass. The music was beautiful with stringed instruments and a trumpet. I got teary eyed immediately and had a hard time singing through the favorite Christmas hymns. I was just so grateful for Jesus, for God’s love, for the celebration, for my mom being able to attend. When we arrived back home, my sister and her husband were there and had cleaned up the kitchen. While others contributed, they did the majority of the cooking and cleanup of dinner. I was so grateful that the meal was taken care of. When my sons and family arrived, my granddaughter went straight to my mom’s side and started telling her all about her Christmas morning. Some family was sick, but I was grateful that many of us got together in person and that we could Zoom with everyone else. This year, everyone made a donation to a certain charity. During our get together, everyone shared about their organization. Grateful for the love and generosity of family. Back in May, my son made a puzzle for my mom that included photos of the family. After she put it together and we framed it, she said she thought it would be nice if everyone could have one. I took that suggestion and had a puzzle made for everyone. Each one included a special photo of them with my mom and dad. I was so grateful that my mom had made that comment back then and we could give a meaningful gift to everyone. The other day I told my son that I was emotionally dead inside. Today proved otherwise as I was at the brink of tears so much of the day – but in a good way.

I Found God today being grateful on this Christmas.