I must admit that the sight of our stockings make me tear up a little bit.
Last Christmas, I remember looking at the three that were hanging…and dreaming about the fourth that would hang in just one year’s time.
I remember wondering if it would be a girl or a boy. And wondering what precious name would be stitched to the green velvet top.
And, now, as I see Nash’s name so sweetly in the line up, I wonder how we ever wondered. It’s so obvious that our precious chubber bubs belongs in our family.
I can’t imagine the stocking saying any other name. And, I look forward to seeing all FOUR stockings full of sussies tomorrow morning!
Happy Christmas Eve!