This year was far from the Christmas that we’d planned with my family but it was still full of so many blessings. I’m incredibly grateful to have been able to witness a beautiful Latin midnight mass. The large church was packed with people in their Christmas finery, men in suits and women in veils, who had braved the negative temperatures outside to participate in this reverent Catholic mass.
I hope everyone is getting to frolic in the snow this Christmas season as we turn toward the new year.
I pray that everyone is having safe travels as we prepare for the Christmas season and Advent comes to a close. Be sure to let friends and family know you love them as we await the nativity of Christ.
Although I am a happy Hoosier and have embraced life in the Midwest, I will always be a mountain girl at heart. Every year growing up, shortly after Thanksgiving, my family would strap on our snowshoes and set off into the Colorado wilderness to find the perfect Christmas tree. There were of course the obligatory snowball fights and sledding runs that came with each of these outings before we were ready to head home with the tree secured in the back of my dad’s pickup.
I may be far from Colorado and those stunning mountains but I’m so blessed to have found a husband who is happy to help me keep beloved family traditions like this alive. We might not need snowshoes or sleds this year but even in the Midwest we can still go hunting for the perfect tree.
It is officially December and time for snowflakes and warm woolen mittens. Over the course of my first 21 years in Colorado, I have completely and hopelessly fallen in love with white Christmases in the mountains. No matter how dry of a winter we had, there always seemed to be a little extra magic on Christmas day that blessed our home with a fluffy white blanket.
Blessed in the Midwest 