I'm going to blog about the holiday at our house, but haven't gotten that far yet.
Late last night, at the end of a full Christmas Day, I scooped up this little person from off the boys' floor (she'd fallen asleep there while we were reading The Penderwicks on Gardam Street).
I carried her into my room and laid her down on my bed where she always sleeps. And then I got in bed, pulled that peacefully-sleeping-bundle into my arms, and just held her for a few minutes.
It was quiet and I felt peace and gratitude.
I had only been lying there a second or two when I thought,
"This. This moment of the whole day."
And my next thought flowed to God:
"Thank you. Thank you for this."
xoxo
Posts
