If you really had to give up something, a true sacrifice, what would it be?
I honestly don’t know. Giving up my job didn’t feel like a sacrifice for me. It felt like relief. And we may struggle, but there’s food on my table, clothes in my kids’ drawers and in the hamper, gas in my car. We may not have everything we want, but we have everything we need.
I think, in some ways, my husband is the one who sacrificed. He’s working at a job that’s not our ideal because someone had to have a paycheck. He drives 90 minutes everyday when I know he’d rather be home with us. He misses soccer games and play practice and Wednesday Night Supper and library afternoons and bike rides and cookie making.
He never complains.
I couldn’t think of a single gift to get him this Christmas. He doesn’t need anything. Except maybe some new socks. But I think, maybe, he just needs my support. My encouragement. My gratitude. I’m sure he’d rather have that than my grouchiness or frustration or lack of faith.
Merry Christmas, Joshua. You remind me everyday what unconditional love truly is.