Most of the time I don't expect Christmas from Grandma, the only one I have left. There are so many of us now that she just can't be fair and buy gifts for everyone, so she sends the most beautiful cards.
Yesterday, I got home from picking up my children and there, on my porch, was a box from my grandmother. I ran in the house like a kid, in a hurry to see what my sweet grandma had sent to me. And there it was. My grandmother's nativity set. I sat on the weight bench with my husband and cried. It was one of the most special gifts I have ever received.
You see, a few weeks ago I filled out one of those silly email survey things. This one was about Christmas. One of the questions it asked was "Do you have a nativity set?" My answer was that I used to have one that my grandmother a bought for me, but it had been lost in one of my most recent moves (along with my entire Christmas box). Somehow that survey ended up in my grandmother's email box and she sent me hers.
She had purchased these 2 nativity sets several years ago (one for me, one for herself). Understand, this is not just your run-of-the-mill nativity set, not by a long shot. This thing is beautiful, it plays music and tells the Christmas story, all the while, different parts of the set light up to go with the story. Its my most favorite Christmas decoration, and it just wasn't Christmas without it. When the box came up missing last Christmas, I sat on Vaughn's mother's driveway and cried. Here I am crying again, but this time tears of joy, thakfulness, and love.
Grandma, I know you read everything I write, so, thank you. I know it wasn't easy for you, I pray that you know how much it means to me. Thank you, thank you for all the countless prayers you have said for me over the years. Thank you for your love, for your wisdom, for your friendship. I love you. I pray you feel well today. I love you!
Yesterday, I got home from picking up my children and there, on my porch, was a box from my grandmother. I ran in the house like a kid, in a hurry to see what my sweet grandma had sent to me. And there it was. My grandmother's nativity set. I sat on the weight bench with my husband and cried. It was one of the most special gifts I have ever received.
You see, a few weeks ago I filled out one of those silly email survey things. This one was about Christmas. One of the questions it asked was "Do you have a nativity set?" My answer was that I used to have one that my grandmother a bought for me, but it had been lost in one of my most recent moves (along with my entire Christmas box). Somehow that survey ended up in my grandmother's email box and she sent me hers.
She had purchased these 2 nativity sets several years ago (one for me, one for herself). Understand, this is not just your run-of-the-mill nativity set, not by a long shot. This thing is beautiful, it plays music and tells the Christmas story, all the while, different parts of the set light up to go with the story. Its my most favorite Christmas decoration, and it just wasn't Christmas without it. When the box came up missing last Christmas, I sat on Vaughn's mother's driveway and cried. Here I am crying again, but this time tears of joy, thakfulness, and love.
Grandma, I know you read everything I write, so, thank you. I know it wasn't easy for you, I pray that you know how much it means to me. Thank you, thank you for all the countless prayers you have said for me over the years. Thank you for your love, for your wisdom, for your friendship. I love you. I pray you feel well today. I love you!
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