I saved this column for Christmas Eve.

Many years ago, when Rachel was a toddler, I walked the floor with her on Christmas Eve. I think she was teething and in a sour mood. That night we spent hours together.

I couldn’t help but think of another mother that night. Mary had her baby many years ago. In my mind, we walked the floor together, something all mother’s have in common.

Even all these years later, I remember that Christmas eve. The lights of our tree lit the living room where I walked.

Christmas arrived that morning. The medicine I had given Rachel Jo helped her and me.

Wishing you memories of Christmases past you can share.

May your Christmas be a blessed one.

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