Remembering...

My grandma gave me my first nativity scene years ago when she was still able to shop and know who she was shopping for. It was one of the last Christmas's she would be able to do that.

Even though she's no longer with us, I feel her spirit every time I dust off the box and pull out the pieces. This year Reagan has been enamored with it and the stories of Jesus' birthday.  She likes to rearrange the figurines but baby Jesus is always in the middle.  As he should be.

Remembering those who can't be with us this Christmas and thanking God for those special Guardian Angels.