It was such a good day. I know it’s cliche, and I know that since I was child people talk about my absurdly enthusiastic look at life, and claim that I say “today was the best day ever!” about half of the days of week, but it really was.
As I sit and drink a delicious glass of bordeaux, one that I would not have been drinking a few years ago, I am grateful. Really thankful for where my life has taken me. They aren’t empty words. It’s not a cliche. It’s real and very profound to me. I am brought to tears with joy almost daily.
I was able to be home with my beautiful, beautiful baby boy today. We got the kitchen really messy making Christmas cookies for the school auction on Thursday. BIG decisions were made over the color of sprinkles to use. We played in a freshly fallen snow and watched and “helped” the most generous, sweet and kind man I have ever met shovel our driveway. I sat in amazement that this Man entered our lives 2.5 years ago and I am humbled that in 2 short weeks we will say “I do.” For both of us, “again” but with more enthusiasm and assurance than anything we have ever done. My son frolicking around with this man that has loved him so deeply, in such a genuine way from the moment we met.
The cold, crisp air takes our breath away. We live with at view of the most gorgeous mountains I have ever seen. In all my travels, in all the world, this is the place that takes my breath away. Every single day.
I ran simple, silly errands and got to see friends, old colleagues, friends from town. I was so happy to see them all. Truly. Life really is made up of the small things. The every day people that smile at us and that we take time to talk to, to care for.
I picked my little girl up from school. A wonderful school. I got to pick her up. I didn’t forget that 3 years ago dozens of parents didn’t pick their kids up from Sandy Hook school. I got to talk to her about her day. See her face as she told me about what she learned. Tell me what was silly about the kid that sat next to her at lunch. I got to hear it. Be in that moment, with no rush, no other place to be. I got to tell my kids I loved them ten times today. A dozen kisses. A dozen hugs. A hundred giggles and grins. I am grateful.
We spent the afternoon playing in the snow, with our friends. Friends that make our hearts happy and that make my kids jump with squeals when they show up at our snowy door. Dobbs spent over two hours piling and moving snow to make a snow cave for the kids.
I am so grateful. My little girl told me today that her favorite part of her school was learning about God and Jesus. She said she loves learning about giving to the poor and helping people that need help. She said loving God is what makes her the happiest. I am so thankful that this is the “indoctrination” that she is receiving, as opposed to so many other things that it could be. Is this not what we dream for our kids? To love so deeply.
I watched my kids put on a “show” for us with their favorite friends. I love that it included peacocks, bride-fairies, and batman.
Before bedtime stories, I danced to Christmas music, in my living room with the most beautiful little girl I have ever met, wearing a Frozen dress. My Groom cheerfully danced with a little boy wearing an OSU cheerleading outfit.
I am sitting in a dark room hearing “Hallelujah” play on my Pandora Christmas Music station looking at a Christmas tree covered in ornaments from every single year of my 35 year life. I can recall a million magical, raw and wonderful moments, of every single amazing year.
I love Christmas. I love Love. I love my life. Best. Day. Ever. Hallelujah.