And when the lights are low

Again this year, once the house was quieter and the lights were turned down low, my tears started to fall.

Christmas always makes us think of our own childhoods and so of course my thoughts turn to my dad. I just sit and stare at the tree and let myself cry. Let myself miss him. Let myself feel sad and cheated and lonely for him. Let myself wish and pray for just one more Christmas. Just one more hug. One more everything.

Again, I know, he's in heaven. And I would never ask him to come back. Never ask him to spend this Christmas anywhere else but at his Savior's feet. And I know that God's plan is perfect and I wouldn't change His plans...

But for tonight, I'm sad. And I miss my daddy.