We safely arrived at my parents’ house in Texas last night after a pleasant ten hour drive. My kids traveled wonderfully. Really, they’re a lot of fun. We started our adventure with milkshakes from Arby’s then sang “Bye Bye Miss American Pie” at the top of our lungs. I know that’s probably not the most ‘Christ Centered’ song for my children to sing, but I do find great joy in them actually knowing the words. Ask my five year old if Jack jumped over the candle stick. “No.” She’ll tell you. “Jack flash sat on the candle stick, cause fire is the devil’s only friend.” That’s my girl. She interpreted the lyrics and advised me that “the day the music died” must have happed because the electricity went out… the music always turns off when that happens.

I don’t think we have any major holiday plans for today. My twin sister and her family aren’t coming back until tonight. I’m not sure if my younger sister is coming over or not. I hope so. Tomorrow we’ll go to my paternal grandmother’s house. The next day we’ll celebrate with my parents and sisters. That’s what I really look forward to.

I miss my husband. Of course I do. And yet, It’s Christmas Eve-n though we’re a part. As Chaplain Iris Dickerson sings Christmas carols in Afghanistan… and Rachel reminds her readers to remember familes like mine… as Joel sings the Holdiay blues and my children incessantly say, “If Daddy were here…” I’ll celeberate Christmas even though my man is gone. Even though my babies miss their Daddy. I think instead of Christmas carols, I’ll sing,

“Say hey, it’s a good day
Even if things aren’t going my way
Jesus is Lord and I am saved
So, say hey, it’s a good day“

-Ffh - It’s a Good Day