Blessed.

After two hustling and bustling days of activities, we have spent most of the day in our pjs watching new videos, playing with all the fun toys, and occasionally stopping to make room for all the newness that Christmas brings.

Apart from all this stuff, I can’t help but look at my family and friends and feel blessed.

My boys played with the first toys they saw on Christmas morning and did that for one hour. Without a care in the world. With no concern for the next gift. Without a thought about their stockings. They enjoyed things to the fullest extent. Christmas through the eyes of child is awe-inspiring.

My boys are drowning in boy cousins and a little mommy through their oldest cousin, Kaeli. At each family gathering, they are squeezed, pinched, hugged, and kissed repeatedly. 

They are loved on and enjoyed. They bring smiles to other people and make them laugh. 

They have grandparents who love them like their own children – the grandparents who will hug and hold them even when they scream (yes, that’s you, Kathleen!) and say they did a good job when they eat just ONE green bean because it’s Christmas (yes, you, Momma!). The grandparents who don’t get caught up in the stuff of one day but who sneak them homemade cookies or buy their favorite juice just because.

So thank you. To everyone who spends any time investing time, love, and energy into my kids. Thank you.