Christmas

I have so much good to say about Christmas this year.



We've been showered with love and miracles, large and small.



Right in this second, though, I miss Ammon. I miss him so much my heart is pounding sadly in my chest, and I'm fighting away tears.



He should be here. He should have been here to see the kids faces this morning as they opened gift after gift. He should be holding me on the couch right now.



This Christmas is infinitely better than last year, but it's still not right. I'll take time, soon, to write about the many blessed things that have happened this year, but for right now I'm giving myself permission to mourn.



Merry Christmas, sweetheart. We miss you.