12/26/2025
I’ve been feeling extra sappy this Christmas.
Every Christmas is different. We’re all at different points in life each year, and somehow it just hits differently every time.
I’ve always known my love language is gift-giving, but my sister really pointed it out to me this year—and she was right. I love the giving part of gifts. I love thinking about the person, making it meaningful, and creating something special just for them. It doesn’t have to cost a lot. Some of my favorite memories this year were creating keepsakes for others to give as gifts. It truly warmed my heart making them, and I can’t wait to see the reactions when they’re opened.
All of this got me thinking about how easy it is for us, as humans, to mess things up. We can take the reason for the season and twist it—spend too much, overdo it, and still end up feeling empty when the holidays are over. I’ve really tried not to do that this year.
We gave thoughtful gifts. And yes, we probably spent more than we needed to—but they were things that will be loved, used, and experienced. Things that will create memories that last far beyond Christmas morning.
And when I think about all of that, I can’t help but think about the greatest gift of all—the true reason for the season. I know where my love of giving comes from. It comes from the One who created love in the first place. The One who gave us His Son on Christmas to save us all.
If we love this deeply and imperfectly, how much more does He love us? It’s truly unfathomable.
And for that, I am forever grateful.
Happy Birthday, Baby Jesus.
Happy Birthday. ❤️