That movie, for me, has never been the sappy Christmas movie everyone seems to act like it is. Yes, in the end George Bailey learns the real meaning of Christmas and Clarence gets his wings, but all I can see in the movie is the destruction and pain he caused before getting to that point.
If only we could all wake up one morning and realize we have a chance to do it all again, with all the knowledge and wisdom from those mistakes.
If only.
I can’t help but be reminded of this bittersweet realization right now, in the middle of the Colorado Rockies with my 6 children and the biological mother of my bonus babies.
We’re making amazing memories and when I hear all of their voices giggling and playing together, I feel whole again for a moment.
Then I remember their father and I can see his smiling face too….most of the time.
I always imagine two different scenarios that both answer the question,
“What would we be doing if he were here right now?”
Scenario 1: We would be living moments of pure joy with our children, watching them grow and mature. Giving them experiences we never had growing up. Laughing at the boys while they play their VR games and think they look cool. Snuggling with the youngest…
