They’re just children. The same children they are on any other day of the year. But on Christmas, her sweetness seems sweeter and his delight, more delightful. I catch myself watching them more intently, memorizing their faces. Their smiles are bigger, and their eyes magically reflect the light of the twinkling tree. Their laughter is more melodic than the carols drifting softly through the air. When I force my eyes from my grandchildren, they immediately rest on my daughter. I remember her at their age. The sweetness and delight she possessed back then is still there, but now it’s more mature. Motherhood came naturally to her; it seems to have been her calling. I realize I see her with pride for the woman and mother she has become; who sits there, in the light of Christmas, watching her children and memorizing their faces.
PS – Happy Holidays to ALL my blogging friends!
My response to today’s one-word prompt: Calling
Grammy Writes 
Gosh Linda, that was beautiful. Just…beautiful.
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Thank you David! There’s just something about Christmas!
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Now that made me just the slightest bit teary.
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I like it when that happens, so I’ll take that as a compliment! Thank you!
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Beautiful message! Merry Christmas to you and your family!
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…and to you and yours! Thank you!
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Absolutely beautiful … your daughter is a natural mother perhaps because she was mothered by a natural mother. And so it goes. Christmas really is a time to bottle and your bottling is really lovely 😊
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Thanks! Here’s hoping we all “bottle” some special moments this Christmas! Wishing you perfectly wonderful holidays ahead.
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