MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY! A little late... but Merry Christmas just the same.
We're actually in Vietnam this week running around in the jungle, taking cable cars up impossible mountains to explore caves and trek temples...
We've even floated down rivers on little wooden canoes and fished for our supper on sandy shores.
But no matter where we go, Chirstmas is always so close in my heart. In fact, I kind of secretly sing Christmas songs in my head all year long.
Of course, Christmas in the Hartenstein family means heading to Colton to sit in Grammy and Grampy's house beside the fire and the huge tree decorated so amazing, with yummy pies and perfectly wrapped gifts and there's always a hint of snow...
We sit together and sing around the piano, used to before Mom's fingers would cramp up with all the cooking, and then open to Mathew and Luke to read the Birth of Christ. These are the family traditions I know will always live on.
You can't always be where you want or surrounded with whom you wish. But Christmas is that one day in the year where you dream as big as you want and wish for the impossible. It matters nothing if you're a child sitting beside a blinking tree and stockings hung by a fire, or a forty-year old with children of his own resting his legs up on broken stones outside a mountain stuppa. It's Christmas, and everyone is allowed to dream.