He is with us ...

The weather network reports that many will have a green Christmas this year.  How sad.  We have enough snow to have the picture perfect scenery.  The air is crisp and last night, returning from a shopping trip with my son, I noticed that everything was made just a little more magical by the ice crystals floating in the air, capturing and reflecting the moonlight.  I half expected to see the glass globe around us for it truly felt like we were standing in a snow globe.  I called this one Mom and Son Coming Home. 

Part of our purchases was a couple of bunches of baby's breath.  After spending time wrapping gifts and sharing happy chatter, my son and I started placing the baby's breath through the tree.  I watched as he broke off a branch after another and placed the flowers in the tree realizing that he had not been there when I put up the tree.  My heart warmed and I was pleased that he seemed to be finally content in the moment.  He too is struggling with his grief, he too is missing Bill, he too is struggling with the lack of the Christmas spirit.  In that moment, we were not alone.  In that moment we found a little sparkle in our hearts.

Today, my oldest son is coming home for the holidays.  Where he comes from, they will have a green Christmas ... we will take pleasure in rushing into our beautiful home to sit by the tree knowing that the house is wrapped in beautiful snow and our home will feel that much fuller, safer and warm! 

The Christmas Season has finally reached my heart.  We miss Bill, but we have each other because of him.  We are with him and he with us ... in our hearts!