The holidays are upon us… This morning, rain is falling, typical of Tennessee holidays, but the house is warm…cozy… the tree is ready to be put up….the stockings are not yet hung on the mantle… the gifts are either on the way or remain unwrapped…hidden in closets with care. Dates are tentatively set…destinations known… winter concerts…trips…dinners…. the school dance.
Sitting here thinking about my morning ritual… empty the dishwasher….fold some clothes… pick up… then head out… but stalling…. I was just thinking about the purpose of these days and the continued “thankfulness” for all that I have. I had to smile this morning thinking about Belle and Kelsey riding “eddie the scooter” around the neighborhood…. and the beautiful sound of laughter… Baker’s daily romp with Airsoft guns…. knowing that I’ll get a huge secret hug from him when nobody is watching (because it’s obviously not cool to hug Dad!)…. Faranah… always busy… always considering these two kids… always putting them first… always coming through with warmth from the heart…shared abundantly…consistently.
The day is promising to be chilly and wet…. Yet I cannot wait to get through the day… and come home… to continue celebrating… to sit at our table and listen to the details…. to look around me…
