Every Good and Perfect Thing Comes From Above

All at once things are starting to take shape around our house. Not neccesarily in the household per say (I still have a bazillion loads of laundry to do and dishes to wash and floors to clean...), but moreso in the lifeliving category. We are back in the Two Income Family bracket, and starting to get closer to the coveted black numbers. Nathan is in a job he enjoys. Someone we love is watching our baby while we are at work. Both our girls are little genius's at school. And winter is here.



Winter is always a good time of the year for me, and never with any real solid reason. There is just something that happens in my heart that makes winter wonderful. I could have just had the worst year imaginable, with nothing but negativity and bad news and hard days, but once the cold weather sets in and the Christmas carols start playing on the radio, all that is forgotten. It's the anticipation of the season. The stillness and the wonder. It's in the crunch of the grass beneath my boots and the warmth of the fire in the fireplace. It's my husband's wool coat and red scarf and
the way he tugs the hats back onto the kids' heads.

But mostly, it's the reminder that a fresh start is coming.
It's the Holy Nights with white snow falling. Perfectly formed reminders of a Perfect Gift, falling from above.