Christmas has come and gone. Thank God. I've turned into a real scrooge. I like Christmas less and less each year, therefore, this year was the worst. I just can't figure out what Christmas is about anymore. I know it has something to do with Jesus' birthday. What, then, are all these presents and trees for? How do presents and decorations and forced get-togethers bring me closer to the Lord? God did not tell us how to celebrate Jesus' birth so we made stuff up ourselves. That never goes well. I just want to know what I can do to really celebrate Jesus in a special way that I'm not necessarily called to do everyday. How can I make Christmas special? It's definitely not presents for me. That's just not my love language at all. I don't enjoy getting presents. In fact I dislike getting presents. I can't really explain that. I just don't want anything. Cash is good though. I just don't like stuff. It complicates my life and makes me uncomfortable.

On a brighter note, it's been 3 weeks since Luke was born and I'm feeling pretty good. I look less tired. I even laid on my stomach a few times. I've popped my back a few times. I really missed that while I was pregnant. I'm playing with Abby more. I can sneeze, cough, and laugh with relative ease. I lost 22 pounds in 2 1/2 weeks. I have some great pictures of Luke being born and being held by our family and friends. Yep.