Can we listen to this?
He asks as he is already slowly sliding the CD out from under a few stray papers that have been collecting under the car radio. He knows what it is, and I can almost see the smirk on his face with my mother-trained eyes. It is more fun, though, to watch the next expression come across his eyes when I say yes. I can tell he is waffling between telling me what it is, and not. But I already know.
And somehow, on the Sunday of the Super Bowl, when my Christmas tree has been uncharacteristically stowed for weeks, it fills the space in my soul. Because maybe, in the long and short of February, a heart might just need to be reminded that the reason we celebrate Christmas is still nestled there. That December joy can stretch and sway its way through the dull and dreary. That the beautiful night in Bethlehem is meant to change my heart everyday...
I'm just a girl, Nothing more
But I am willing, I am Yours
Be born in me, be born in me
I'll hold You in the beginning, You will hold me in the end
Every moment in the middle, make my heart Your Bethlehem
- Born in Me, Francesca Battistelli