On the twelfth day of Christmas, her sleeping babes warmed her heart from their beds.
What joy might tomorrow bring for them, she wondered, remembering the magic of being a child on Christmas eve.
She remembered lying in bed, listening to the lullaby of her heart, hoping and wishing to meet the morning sooner.
She remembered such lovely things—
and she smiled.
Because on the twelfth day of Christmas, the girl became a woman in love with the dream all over again.
But this time the dream was for her sleeping babes.
Sleep tight, my little ones.
Sweet dreams, until the morning finds you.
Ps. Thank you so much for coming on this heart-filled journey with me, these past twelve days. Merry days to you all, my lovely friends. Here’s hoping the magic of the season finds you and chases you well into the new year.