For my husband who, for the first time in . . . a long time, brought me flowers after a trying day.
For the short periods in time when I can see my son look, sing, and behave like an angel. Thank you, boy's choir.
Black belts two for $10 at Target. For choir, not karate.
For allergy meds that allow me to once again enjoy a real Frasier Fir.
And for close proximity to a real tree farm.
For strong daddies who lift up their littlest girl so she can be the one to place the angel on top.
For eyes (and hands) full of wonder and delight.
For the photo ornaments my sister sends every Christmas to each of the children.
For candle light and colored light, Jesse Tree and Star Path, advent wreaths and advent calendars that help us mark the days and prepare our hearts for Christmas.
For the chance to get out of the house and resume book club after a very long baby break.
For the chance to see the December Full Cold Moon rise over Lake of the Isles.
For kitties who curl up in the darndest places.
For the ability to drink coffee and own a smart phone without having to constantly hold one or the other like a fashion accessory.
For the completion of at least some of our hand made Christmas gifts ~ phone cases for teachers made by the children and the knitted gingerbread boy I made for the Little Princess (from Kid's Knitting).
For this beautiful dresser scarf one of my oldest and dearest friends sent me years ago. I try not to think of how long it took her to embroider this:
When it takes me four hours just to do this:
For the upcoming reprieve from running to choir and ballet and karate and violin and piano.
For the decision to switch Sunshine from ballet to theater beginning in January. This better fits her passion and personality - and I won't have to make that extra trip back to ballet to pick her up at 7:30 pm.
For friends who call or write to catch up. Some relationships are best nurtured off-line.
And best of all - thankful that we are not yet knee deep in snow! Winter in Minnesota lasts long enough!