As I watched them open their presents I witnessed the joy on the face with each gift. It spoke volumes to my hurting heart. I felt happiness and grief dance within me once again. I felt so blessed to enjoy five of my children on such a peaceful Christmas morn. The tears however, fell and reminded me of the one missing around my tree. I remember him. I remember the baby who danced within my womb last Christmas. I remember the baby who I wish was gumming a red bow off the gift of one of his brothers. It seems possible in mind. I return to those with me. I am blessed. I am sad. Christmas will always be filled with a sad wonder and a glorious joy.