I have always loved nativity scenes.
I have fond memories of playing with our nativity scenes we set up every year around Christmas time.
My mom had a wooden "kid friendly" set that my brother and I could play with to our heart's content.
But it was always the fancy ceramic set that my Grandma Jackie handmade for my mom that I wanted to play with.
To rub my finger over their glossy faces was heaven.
To touch their silky, shiny robes.
To look at baby Jesus in his manger.
To see the joy in Mary's face looking down at her baby.
Knowing how much I loved nativity scenes, my Aunt Patty gave me a full nativity set for a wedding present in 2004.
I set it up each December with the same joy and exuberance as my 6-year old spirit did.
Carefully taking each figurine out of it's individual wrapping is like a yearly gift I never tire of.
The same gift ... every year.
But each year, a bit different.
Jaded by time.
Confident in life's journey.
Learning from experiences.
Healing from wounds.
Eager for the future.
Excepting of the present.
So this year, I added a special angel to my nativity scene.
If you look at the above picture, you'll see on the left-hand side, that one angle sits atop a riser.
A special angel.
An angel that looks over the nativity scene.
And so, I gave this angel to Jay today.
The Angel Of Remembrance.
For our sweet baby we lost this year.
Another way to heal.
Another way to remember.
We cried painful, healthy, hearty, healing tears as we placed her atop her mighty stand.
The nativity scene feels a bit more complete this year.
Love you baby.