One week before Christmas, I overheard my daughter say on the phone, “We’ll just drop all eight children off at Mom’s. She can watch them while we enjoy a few peaceful days away.”
For years, Christmas in my family had followed the same pattern. The house filled with people. The oven ran all day. The dining table disappeared beneath plates, serving bowls, wrapping …
One week before Christmas, I overheard my daughter say on the phone, “We’ll just drop all eight children off at Mom’s. She can watch them while we enjoy a few peaceful days away.” Read More