This book. Love it. Want a fun, great way to start off the new year? Read it.
On that note, I'm also loving this blog post. eshet chayil!
The fact that our neighboorhood peacock, Percy?, stops by every morning now. Have you met our peacock? He's been here for about a year. He is brave, arrogant, and loves to taunt my dogs. He's also messy. But look how beautiful he is! The problem is he knows it. And because of that he gets away with everything else. I think he's also lonely. Wanted: Single Female Peacock who isn't insurce with her guy having prettier feathers than she can ever dream of having. Percy, no wonder you're single.
The fact that this will be the last Christmas where I can't show you Milo's face. (By the way, it was a great Christmas. Full of family, huddled close together. There was much laughter this Christmas. And for the first time in Zamora family history, the Hacker is NOT taking back my gift. This is huge people. I am a terrible gift giver. I admit, I had help. But either way, I was finally victorious. mini whoot-whoot for me.)
Rediculous, but warm fuzzy socks. Because it is unseasonbly cold here.
Electric blankets, for that matter. I know, I'm a whimp. Self-proclaimed whimp.
The sound of Leeland filling the halls of our home right now.
The smell of left over Panatone being made into bread pudding for tonight's party.
My littles. They make each other laugh now, which can bring on a 10 mintue session, of just laughter. Can anything really be better?
A new year. A fresh start. Oh, too look back at the beginning of the year, to where we are now. God is good.
I read this post a few days before Christmas and I thought I'd share:
"It's Christmas and we were not made for this world. We weren't made for the lights or the crack bark or the horse ribbon tree. Those things can't complete us, perfect us, transform us into people with lives that never bend at unnatural angles.
Here we are, down on uneven dirt, clawing for a glimpse of glory through a broken pane.
Just like that, we find one. We look past the cracks and the smudges and we see the baby face of freedom. We memorize Him, love Him, pray to want more of Him.
We're captivated only by Him.
His light falls around us, reflects off of us, and we reach out and grab hold of it like a hand.
This is why the days feel dark when the rest of the world says they shouldn't. We're homesick. We know a shoddy replacement when we see one.
Turn to the side and catch His light. Turn to the side and reflect His light onto someone hiding heart-shattered in the shadows.
This is the reason for the season.
The rest is just decoration." from Flowerpatch Farmgirl.
Amen. Happy New Year friends.