Life is beautiful. It really, truly is magnificent. Tonight, Mike and I spent the evening wrapping gifts and watching It's a Wonderful Life after Jack went to bed. I busted out the eggnog and some Christmas chocolates and we had a sugary feast as we laughed at the corny-ness of that phenomenal 1950s classic and I of course cried at the end as the whole town came together to save George Bailey's Christmas. But somehow, this movie never fails to remind both of us just what Christmas is all about: faith, hope, and love.
This is quite a special Christmas for us. It's our first Christmas with Jack, obviously- but this year, the perspective is something more. As I was on my way to work one day last week, Pentatonix's "Mary, Did You Know?" came over my iTunes, and my eyes welled up in tears. I have always loved that song, but this year it was more: this year, I'm a mom, as was Mary.
It's a powerful, overwhelming reality check to suddenly come to think what it must've felt like for Mary to bring the Son of God into the world, but even more so to now experience the power of what it is to be a mother and to imagine what it must've been like to carry that responsibility. To be the mother of God. Scary, much? And I thought Jack was a huge deal...
It's empowering, humbling, and terrifying, this motherhood thing. But to be Jesus's mom? I can't even imagine.
