i’m here. i’m home. surrounded by the people dearest to me.
and for the first time, i don’t really feel like writing. why would i when the people i write for are right here with me?
i’ll just let you know that i love my home, i love our christmas decorations, i love my tree, i love holding the smallest one in the family, i love hearing the seven-year-old sing usher as he skips around the house, i love putting on my make up and talking to my drummer boy while he sits on the toilet, i love driving to potsdam to go grocery shopping, i love american hot chocolate, i love laughing with my family, i love hugs, i love hearing our princess talk so well, i love having my chubby red-headed boy smile at me (and i love the gap in his two front teeth), i love hearing sisters play piano, i love seeing how everyone has changed, and i love the snow that has come and gone all day.
i love a lot of things right now. i have a lot of good things. He has blessed me.