The Ghost of Christmas Past

I’m wandering through old Christmas snippets recently -- our life in 2018 and another set from 2021, letting the years fold back like pages in a well-loved story. And oh, my bambinos -- my heart... these younger versions — they feel like gentle visitors from another time.

The Ghost of Christmas Past invites me to remember. To notice who we were, who we’ve become, and how grace has threaded itself through every chapter. These snapshots carry the glow of seasons that shaped us: the dress-ups, the early-morning excitement, the quiet little miracles I didn’t recognise until much later.

So today I’m honouring the gift of memory.

Not to cling to what’s gone, but to appreciate the story we’re still living. These glimpses of the children we once held remind me how quickly time moves — and how worth cherishing each present moment truly is.

Here’s to the past that formed us, the present that holds us, and the hope that keeps unfolding ahead.