On This Day...

This past week had me whirling and whizzing about the kitchen, making cookies, frosting cookies, tasting cookies, melting butter, and getting up extra early to start a fresh batch so the hubby could start his day off with a whiff of snickerdoodles in the morning.

I do believe I am finally done. There is just a batch of cinnamon rolls to bake later this week, but for now, the plan is, get this--to do nothing. To just savor it. To stop and reflect. To thank God for His Son. To celebrate a wonderful year. To give thanks for what I thought were hardships that have been transformed into blessings.

Our Christmas will be very quiet, just the hubby and his folks. There are family members we wish were closer, but they are close in our minds and in our hearts.

My husband and I were reflecting on this past year. We moved to another state, again. We started over in a place we knew nothing about. We get by on less than we ever had. We have given up things we thought we needed. And we have never been happier. Our laughs bellow from deep within, the kind of happiness that pours over. We talk about our hopes and our dreams, and how what we thought was unattainable is in fact a reality. We listen more, wait patiently (most of the time), and have seen our faith grow tenfold.

My only hope is that you all may have the kind of Christmas I am blessed to see and live every day.

Every day miracles....