The stockings are hung...

I had no idea the impact 6 little letters embroidered on a stocking could have. As I picked up the soft velvet and hung in on the mantel I was taken aback by the flood of emotions that overtook me. Hanging there, in between Dan and I, I saw glimpses of future Christmas, his excited little face rushing to his stocking to see what Santa has brought and the joy of Dan and I celebrating the magic of Christmas as a family next year. In just a matter of weeks my sweet baby Hudson will be in my arms. Christmas will never be the same and I can't wait to share the meaning and joys of Christmas with my little boy.