Jack Frost has left a beautiful design on the windows this morning. The sun is just starting to peek over the horizon casting deep shades of pink before it. I'm grateful to be inside where it's warm.
I'm hoping to get Christmas cards finished today. I remember strings of cards up on the wall at my grandparent's house. Everyone in the community would send to one another. Sparkly and pretty, they are a good memory of Christmas for me. This year, for the first time, I'm sending out one of those form letters that let people know what the past year has held for us as a family. Those of you who read this blog know so much more about this past year, the stuff that really matters, than many who will be receiving a Christmas card from me.
I always think the year that was, has been the best ever. I love that life unfolds that way for me. The best ever might mean that it was one of incredible growth, coming only through much pain and struggle. The best might mean other things other years. Today I am grateful for the gift of life and all that encompasses its days.