Broken

My leg, that is.  The tibia and fibula, to be exact.  Sunday we were to celebrate Christmas with Todd's family, but I slipped in their driveway (while holding MC, who thankfully was fine) and landed in a very weird way on my right leg and heard a crack...that really loud bone-breaking crack.
An ambulance ride and ER visit later showed that it was indeed broken and would require surgery.  I had surgery yesterday and the procedure went great.  It will be a long road to recovery- 3 months on crutches, rehab, and likely 10 to 11 months before walking without a limp.
And I am so sad and mad that this happened, but especially because it happened this week.  This is probably my favorite week of the whole year.  I had plans of gingerbread houses being built, putting the kids to bed and waking them up to see Christmas lights, special shopping trips with each child for their siblings and my favorite, Christmas Eve Service at our church.

 I had plans.
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."Jeremiah 29:11 (NIV)

Last night was a painful night, both phsically and emotionally, but as I sat reciting this Scripture, our family's verse, and just plain praying like crazy to feel at peace with the circumstances we are facing,  it struck me that no matter what, this will be the most beautiful and wonderful Chistmas ever.
Because, like every year, it's a celebration of our Savior's birth.  Just because the celebration looks different on the outside, doesn't mean the love in our hearts for Jesus is any different.  We may be lacking in gingerbread houses and evenings spent driving around looking at lights, but we are forever thankful for family travelling to be with us on Christmas and our friends and families who love us always.
My leg may be broken, but my Christmas spirit is alive and whole!