Christmas bells are ringing.

There are only 8 days until Christmas.  I keep asking Ammon if he wants to open his gifts because I'm so excited. I love giving gifts, although Ammon and baby are going to be the only receiver of my gifts this year. (Except one lucky cousin of mine will be the fortunate receiver of a really rad white elephant gift that Ammon and I got at Savers.) What gifts am I giving my baby? The gift of life sillies! There isn't much more I can give. And I'm giving Ammon a baby, although he thinks he's giving me one...

Last night I was thinking about Mary. You know, Mother Mary. I wondered if she knew the exact date Jesus would be born or if she kind of went crazy wondering. I also thought about how excruciatingly difficult it must have been to travel on the back of a donkey at the end of her pregnancy. I have it easy. I shouldn't complain. Ever.

Last year I shared a video of me singing my favorite Christmas song. I thought I might do another one this year because scary things like that are good for growth. But seeing as my lungs are severely compromised, my singing just isn't like it used to be. SO I'm going to re-share last year's video. It's just as scary to do as it was last time.

Merry Christmas everyone.

Tune in next time for BABY stuff galore!