12 Days of Christmas: Blog 1!

Merry Christmas, Mama!!! We kids know that you love blog posts, and learning things about our lives, even when you’ve been a significant part of it all. ;-) So here are some memories of our childhoods/growing up that you may not remember or know, but that we think of as significant memories. Merry Christmas!

The toy store on Nagelstrasse will always hold a special place in my heart. I thought that place was amazing, with all of the Warhammer figures that it had, the floor dedicated to stuffed animals, and the incredible assortment of board games and Playmobil figures. It certainly could blow Toys-R-Us out of the water, even with much more limited store space.

It was always fun to go there, and as I would often go on my own after school. So one night before bed, I told you I was going to go the next day. But that night, as I was thinking about it, I just got this sick feeling in my stomach. It wasn’t a sick feeling as more discomfort. And I spent quite a while that night wondering if it was the Spirit warning me not to go, or if it was just me being nervous about missing my train after I went or something. By the time I went to sleep, I had not really made up my mind about what to do, but was leaning towards not going.

The next morning I got up to get ready for school, and whenever I came to wake up Papa so that he could drive me to the train station, I always came to say goodbye to you as well. I can distinctly picture your room in Germany, with the sloped ceiling/wall next to your bed because of the roof, and I think you had a white alarm clock that sat on your bedside table. As I kissed you goodbye, you said: “Cheese, I think you should just come home after school today.” And I immediately decided to not go. You and I had the same prompting that it wasn’t a good idea to go walking around Trier, and so I was going to follow that prompting.

It was one of the first (and only) times that I received a physical prompting about some danger, and you had the same prompting I had. Thanks for listening to it, because it pushed me to listen to my own prompting and kept me safe from whatever danger or bad situation there was.

Merry Christmas, Mama, love you!

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