I sound like a 100 year old smoker with a frog in her throat. As to not get too graphic on a Wednesday night, I'll leave it as it's scratchy and I've been trying to clear it for over 24 hours now.
All that to say, I'm happy to typing to have our chat instead of using my toadish voice.
all of today's photos are brought to you by my phone via instagram. normal pictures will return shortly.
Christmas time is hear full force.
It took us three days to completely decorate our tree, but she's finally dressed in all her beauty. Please don't mind that I personified our Christmas tree and made her a she. And to complete this rabbit trail I call her Gladys. She is a beaut. Most of the Christmas cards have been signed, addressed, and are in their trucks traveling to loved ones. Or in the post office sitting in a pile next to yours.
We are making a conscious effort to be present and together this season. Bedtimes are being ignored in lieu of nighttime walks to view the twinkling neighborhood, along with a little bit of this and a little bit of that. Pickles, and even Milo are too young to fully get this, but one year it'll stick.
I love little babies' eyes growing as wide as Japanese Anime as they soak it in. Apparently I'm in a mood tonight. Please forgive. They soak in the twinkling lights, the smells of cinnamon and pine, and the sounds of carols as the notes dance from room to room filling every square inch of the bungalow.
I look at their faces and I pray. I pray that they will be able to enjoy the wonders of this season without becoming distracted their pupose. I pray that as we give gift to those we love, to those we want to know more, and even to those we don't know at all, never will, but are in need; I pray that He is glorified. That we never make much the means to worship instead of the One worthy of of it.
I'm learning. I'm not perfect, and my parenting and woshiping isn't either. But I am mindfully aware that our actions, more so than our words are on display.
And little anime eyes aren't missing a step.
I think I should pour myself a cup of tea now, but hot chocolate sprinkled with cinnamon sounds so much cozier.