This week has been parties and baking and gift making and giving, mixed in with a grandmother in and out of the hospital, a nephew accepted to the college of his choice early decision, and two failing kitchen appliances. Hectic, messy, full, stressful, joyous, chaotic. Tonight, at our advent vespers as we sang, 'wake, awake, for night is flying' I was jolted. This is it. Wake up. This holiday season will soon be a memory. This season with this boy on my lap, the boy next to me reading, the sense of community around me and of God with us. Is now.