I have two daughters. They were both born at Christmastime, one 3 days before Christmas, one three days after. Both at 8 PM. How clever they were, planning that out together before they left Heaven.
I remember that second Advent that I was pregnant, 11 years ago. I was heavy laden and uncomfortable and I was feeling one with poor Mary, who at the end of her pregnancy had to travel on a donkey to some strange city. I was in a strange country, though I had arrived by plane. My baby was actually due right before the New Year and I was a little worried that I would go early and end up in the hospital for Christmas. I thought Winter Solstice would be nice, but the day came and went.
Or so I thought.
Winter Solstice moves, I learned later. Sometimes it is December 21st and sometimes it is the 22nd. When I failed to go into labor on the 21st, I just prayed to be home for Christmas and settled in for a few more days of pregnancy.
Philip went off to work on the morning of December 22 and just as I heard the front door close, I felt my water break. I was able to get myself downstairs and out the door fast enough to catch him and call him back.
And so our second little girl was born on December 22, Winter Solstice 2003. We named her Rebecca Maria.
Happy 11th Birthday, my darling daughter. We love you and miss you.