Before Rob died, I used to love November. I’d turn on the radio station as soon as they switched over to “All Christmas All The Time.” I made cutout cookies with my kids, letting them decorate in garish colors and designs to their hearts’ delight. I loved Advent, the season of waiting and anticipation and beginning the church’s greatest story.
And then d…
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