Soon we will gather on the floor by the parlor fire for dinner - Peytons favorite time of day. Candles lit in every window, instrumental Christmas hymns playing softly. Someone will fuss, someone will spill...it's real around here. Afterwards we will share a book together and sip our teas until far too late. Life is beginning to feel like ours in this empty space.
No deep thoughts tonight, just thankful, hopeful and at rest.