It's already one third of the way into December and I'm still trying to catch my breath. Even before Thanksgiving, I knew that December would be busy. I knew that we would have something every single evening from December 1 until the week of Christmas. My insides fought it hard. Some of scheduling could have been avoided, but once a commitment is made there is no turning back.
As we rushed to and from ballet yesterday, I glanced over to see a grandfather and small boy standing in the rain without an umbrella as they tried to cross the street to the store. My heart broke and I was humbled by my grumbling heart. I have a running vehicle that is warm and dry. My girls are all healthy and we are so fortunate to have a close, affordable, and fun ballet studio for all three girls to participate in. Count the blessings...
The simple pleasures of clean laundry, coffee every morning, Christmas lights, baking cookies with my girls, an amazing church family, friends who not only watch my girls, but make it fun...
