A husband who sent me off on a morning run and made eggs, toasted bagels, and brewed me coffee while I was out.
An energetic, enthusiastic brand-new-three-year-old sitting quietly in the back seat on our drive home from our festivities suddenly exclaiming, “The moon! Dad, that’s an awesome moon?!”
A babe falling asleep on my chest as I lay on the couch watching While You Were Sleeping. (That same baby taking his first faltering steps just last night!)
Parents who open their home and hearts to all us kids (and our growing families) time and time again.
A day spent with sisters, brothers, nieces, nephews, cousins, grandparents, and an aunt and uncle. So much conversation, laughter, and love.
Ushering in the Christmas season at the end of festive day by singing Jingle Bells and Deck The Halls and Rudolph in candlelight.
An awesome God who created an awesome moon for my boy to notice. A God who gives me grace to live out the things He’s called me to. A God who saves, rescues, redeems. Everyday.
The attempt at trying to get a picture of the four of us because hey, we all look decent right now. But really, getting a good shot with a three-year-old and one-year-old? Fat chance. But I love this. It represents this season of life quite well.
My heart overflows because of His goodness in my life.