A thousand little lights twinkle on our tree tonight.
Si snores in his bed and The Preacher Man is working. Our dinner mess is still on the table and a treadmill jog is on the agenda, but nothing seems more right in this moment than sitting here taking in this soft glow.
Christmas tunes hum from my laptop. This one and this one play. Those little lights stretch and flare as I wipe my cheek. These songs always do this to me. Tug at my heart and fill me up til the tears spill over. Reminders that Love came down as a baby and saved the world.
I take tree decorating slow. Tomorrow we'll hang ornaments and garland. I'll move half the ones Josh puts on 'cause he always wants all of his favorite ones at the top middle center.
Tonight, though, these lights are more than enough.
Happy Advent, dear friends.