What a Difference a Year Makes

Last year, around this time, I sat in the auditorium of my church and watched the yearly Christmas production. I was sick. I was tired. I held a firm grip on my cell phone in the hopes that the hospital would call. I held on even tighter to my faith that soon I could return to my life I faced a future that was uncertain.

Tonight I sat in that same auditorium watching this year's Christmas Production. This year was different. I feel more alive now than ever. This year I held tight to my son as he starred wide-eyed at the lights. My hope this year was not for a phone call, but for no more of "those" phone calls. I am now able to look forward to a bright future together with Melissa and Braydon.

When the production was over, we went to post-production party with friends. As usual, we stayed to late, especially for a Sunday night. On the way home, I couldn't help but smile.

There is something about this time of year that lends itself to reflection. As I reflect back on where I was a year ago, and where I am now, I cannot help but be amazed. At this time last year, there was the possibility that I would not even be around to celebrate this Christmas. Not only am I here, I am here with our son.

It is said that Christmas is the time to celebrate, and we have plenty to celebrate his year.