Gifts without ribbons.
Gifts that come in the midnight hour when there isn't a single sound except the tiny puffs of air on your neck from the breath of your newborn baby.
Gifts that come in the wee hours of the morning when chubby, little hands make there way around yours.
Gifts that come in the moments between laundry and diaper changing and bathing five babies every night.
Gifts that come when the entire Christmas tree falls over because your three year old decided to launch himself right into it.....
Moments that become gifts ........without ribbons or packaging or string.
Gifts handed to us by the One who is the giver of every good thing.
The One who knows the deepest desire of our hearts...who knows every, single need.
Gifts that come when all things have lost there relevance.
This year I received the most incredible gift...
It didn't come like I had hoped or expected. But it came.
A gift without ribbons....
Glory to His precious name.
The man to whom my heart belongs is home.
The father of my children is home.
The man who is the rock of this family and who is the hardest worker and the best provider I have ever known. He's home.
The man who gives and sows and loves and demonstrates the love of the Father unlike anyone else I know. He's home.
The man who has spent the last two years and four months living and working in another state and has only been home on the weekends, and many, many times it was not every weekend.
I can attempt to describe the gratitude.
I can attempt to describe the level of overwhelming joy and thanksgiving.....
But I think my words would fail in comparison to what I feel has taken place in my heart.
I am beside myself.....
The commuting. The struggling. The single parenting of five children.
The sleepless nights. The weight and the burden of trying to do it all by myself without an ounce of help.
The going to every school function and event and open house alone.
The trying to parent and have a marriage and relationship long distance.
And he is never going back.
It will mean big changes for our family.
Some of which we have already been walking through the last month.
Changes that would send some people into a complete and total tailspin.
But only a wife who has prayed countless prayers for years to be reunited with her husband no matter what ~ could say it matters not financially......I'm just so thankful he is home.
It may not be a Malibu Barbie Dream House Christmas this year.
But it is the Christmas that my heart sang and my feet danced and my prayers were answered.
It is the Christmas that will not involve going to the airport for any reason.
It is the Christmas that I have never, ever seen my children so incredibly happy.
It is the Christmas that I feel like June Cleaver and I am twirling around in my apron .....
It is the Christmas that six babies and my husband under the same roof mean more to me than anything in the entire world.
The gift I had hoped and prayed would come.
The one without ribbons and wrapping and string.
The one that has made my heart absolutely soar and sing.
My children are finally in the arms of their Father,
and we have waited and prayed for years for this day...
No words big enough sweet friends.
Soli Dio Gloria. To God alone be the glory......