This time of year brings so much joy and celebration. So many treasures to stir up gratitude and make way for traditions and annual rituals. The boxes of hot cocoa consumed, the stacks of books of His marvelous journey to this earth, the parties and savored moments to come.
But first, this kid is wrecking me.
I don't know what it is about her that just brings me to tears. Maybe because she's my youngest, the baby, or because we watched her fight so hard as the Lord healed and restored her worn out little body.
Not sure. But the little nugget just about levels me on a daily basis.
Case and point.
And I like it.
But back to this one.
The pendulum has swung again and I'm back on the playing side of things. The hubs getting dressed in the morning by digging out clothes from the dryer, because I do the pass by, hit the refresh dry button for a few minutes in hopes that I will in fact get to the folding and putting away part. Hasn't happened yet.
Sorry honey. I had North Pole breakfast place cards to glitter.
And he smiles and knows I need grace, lots of grace. You can add it to the list of things not getting done around here because we are drinking in this Christmas season and taking advantage of every opportunity to gulp down some merry and cheer.
Thus, the Christmas tree has been put up with plenty of little helpers.
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree.
It's the first thing I do before babies wake up, turn on the lights that greet our little feet tip toeing downstairs for breakfast.(easy recipe), we do venture out to places of necessity and places of fun.
Boo went in true Doke fashion with a donut. I can't blame her.
Alice Elizabeth, my daughter, who I am so proud of.
Gulping will be encouraged.