
My favorite memories of Christmas with my Gr
am are always around the tree. Growing up we had a tree that had lights and sang tunes when it was turned on. We used to snuggle up on the couch together with a cozy blanket and just be together.
There’s something magical about sitting in the dark with all the twinkly Christmas lights surrounding you and looking at each ornament and the special memories they bring back.
Our town also had a tradition of handing out paper bags and candles to each house so you could light up the sidewalks with luminaries. It was always so beautiful to drive around and see the unity of the town as it put out a soft glow of love to those who drove by.
This year we lost my Pop, my Grandma’s husband of 67 years. She lives an hour away from me and I am moving her up by me before Christmas so my family can take care of her.
For Christmas I made her a blanket with all of Pops most favorite shirts on it. I’m hoping it brings her comfort and when she looks at it she can think back on all the good memories.
My Grandma is the reason I am who I am today. She made sure I was at church every time the doors were open. I owe her everything and I love her dearly.
I’m hoping to surround her with all the love and time she poured into training me up in the way I should go this Christmas. I pray my girls can bring her joy and peace during the sadness of not having Pop to celebrate this year, and I hope she has a few more Titus 2 moments in her to share with her great granddaughters.