It's sticky, cold and beautiful.
I am listening to Bebo sing about the Christ child and I can see the white lights of my borrowed Christmas tree out of the corner of my eye.
It's my brother's birthday.
I wonder what he is up to today and wait with eager anticipation to see him in a couple of weeks.
I miss my family.
I cannot wait to celebrate our Savior's birth together.
It is going to be crazy and chaotic, fast and loud. And people will ask "how can you do it all" and I will explain again I do not know any differently.
I'm excited to see my cousins son, how much he's grown in a year and to meet his two new baby sisters.
I am praying about/for the conversations that will happen.
It's not going to be long enough. I'm praying for time to stand still, that although it may not be quanity of time; it'll be quality.
I'm also hoping there will be snow.