december is only going to get busier as she goes and i finished my shopping early
this year in hopes that i might enjoy other aspects of the season a little more fully. that i
might soak up a store of sweet moments to remember when this season has passed. that i
might wonder at magic, that tiny tree, those brown paper packages cozy underneath.
in all my life, maybe more than anything else, i hope to create a peaceful home. a safe,
warm, happy home. that others and i always want to come back to. and this quiet morning,
breakfasting with toast and coffee and a twinkling tree, i feel myself capable.