Merry Christmas, Babe.

I imagine you Christmas all the time. You, and the many who love Jesus and His home, celebrate the marvelous gift of belonging to Him and to His family and to His home. I wonder and imagine.

But I miss Christmasing with you in our home. I miss celebrating the marvelous gift of you, our family, and our warm home. I remember.

I will celebrate for both of us. I’ll soak in the verses as they’re read for you, pass out gifts for you, collect the torn paper for you. I’ll love on our Bears and Littlebears and whisper your name into their happy hearts.

I want to think, that when the day is done, you somehow Christmased with me and our family. After all, we’re told you’re part of the crowd that cheers us on. Cheering Christmas is what we did, what we do. So…

From Kath: To Bill: Merry Christmas, Babe. I love you. I miss you.