Three years ago on Christmas Eve, I stood under mistletoe and proposed marriage to Laurin, the love of my life. The following Christmas, still newlyweds, we had the joy of telling our families that we were expecting our first child. And last year, we hung an ornament with Jonah’s newborn footprints on our tree to commemorate his first Christmas. With this recent string of incredible Christmas memories, Advent has become my favorite time of year.
But it wasn’t always so.
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