I am grateful for excited kids this morning.
I am grateful for the cinnamon buns Julie always makes for Christmas morning.
I am grateful for neighbours to go carolling for and then with.
I am grateful for friends who could make it over for dinner tonight, and for the turkey and all the trimmings.
I am grateful for Coop, who can hold his own just fine in a conversation full of grown ups. I love watching these kids of mine grow up. I feel honoured and privileged to get to do so.
I am grateful for time spent reading with Farley tonight, and for the whispered statements of “Merry Christmas” and “I love you” that we exchanged before I left him to fall asleep.