Monday's Happenings

This post has been deleted and backspaced for the past hour. My mind has a dozens of thoughts and no way to put my brain to the keys. That is until, I was in the kitchen baking my grandmother's chocolate truffles for the husband, and it hit me. I was finally able to put into words what this season has meant to me--it's been humbling.

I have been humbled by the outpouring of love people have shown our family. Thus far, we have been gifted baby bedding, a carseat and stroller combo, and a newborn swing. My mom and sister continue to send some clothes for our little guy, and friends have kindly given gently used items they are no longer needing. I am in awe of the constant stream of packages that seem to meander their way to our door. My heart is overflowing with appreciation for such kindness.

I have been humbled by my husband's love. He sat with me today, gently stroking my hair, telling me how much he loved me. He had plenty to do between work and school, but he took an extra few minutes to make me feel important. He then told me that he is so grateful to have married me and that I am all he will ever need for Christmas. There is so much I wish I could get him, but there he is, reminding me that nothing measures up to the gift of love.

I realize that my little home may not seem like much to many, but to the few, this home is a dream. I am feel so unbelievably blessed that we have our home, a place to lay our heads down at night, a place to share meals together, a place to grow our family. So much of what we think we need is a mirage. All we really need is each other.

And finally, I am humbled by God's love, by His Son, and this season. Without the babe in the manger, none of this would matter. God's love is what gets me through the days that seem to make you want to shriek and hide. His love is worth rejoicing, every day, all day, no matter the season.

Everyday miracles.