i am cherishing these sacred december mornings, perhaps more than any other time of the day. i don't think i'll ever get over how a christmas tree all lit up in the morning feels like, especially with a hot cup of french press in my hand and a baby boy in absolute awe over all the color. i sit with him, a few feet away and he squeals with his whole body. it must be what it's like to see lightning for the first time, a light so bright it's hard not to look up and gasp.
it really is the season of renewal and hope and reflection. i am feeling so grateful, for so much and for everything. but i am especially grateful for the family that's been placed in my arms, and the chance to share the spirit of this season together and all other seasons to come. god really is so good. to us all, in our own specially carved out ways. whenever i feel i am not able, i remember from whom i belong and i carry on.
and i'm also really grateful for trader joes quirky bouquets. they add everything to our home.