The cold front blew in late Thanksgiving Day. It is always the same. The wind comes with sudden force, as though someone had thrown the switch on a gigantic fan,and a balmy day suddenly turns cold. We had arrived wearing short-sleeved shirts and left wishing for winter jackets to cover our bare arms. We also left with two gifts - our granddaughters, coming to spend the night.
The air was crisp and cold the next morning, and bright sunshine filtered in through the kitchen windows. We sat at the kitchen table eating Papa's scrambled eggs with sausage and toast. They chattered away about the things they have been doing, school and plans for the day. Watching "Cinderella" (I've lost count of how many times we've watched it together.)was definitely on the list along with playing games, building with legos and a trip to McDonald's for lunch.
I told them it all sounded good, but I had a little something I thought they might enjoy doing first. Earlier in the week, we had purchased little wooden ornaments, paint and paintbrushes in the hope that they might enjoy making something special for their Christmas tree. Happily, they decided that was a great idea! We cleared the table and got out all the supplies.
while they painted, I filled the kitchen sink with hot soapy water and for a moment just stood quietly absorbing the scene. Christmas music played softly in the background. The girls sat at the table with Papa, engrossed in decorating wreaths, painting angels' wings and mixing colors, little heads bent in deep concentration. There was such a sense of peace and joy bubbled up in my heart. I could hardly hold back the tears.
I am so deeply grateful.
Thank You Lord:
- for these precious girls
- for bright, sunshine and crisp, cold air
- for music
- for the way this miraculous season fills the heart with joy and peace
- for the legacy of faith in our family; we are so richly blessed
- for this life, this day, this moment
linking with Ann today at the Gratitude Community
and L.L. Barkat's "On In and Around Mondays"