December 9

I finished (and I use that term loosely because I'll probably wind up adding a few more rows) the Christmas blanket this afternoon and draped it over the back of one of our couches. Brady --who provided a consistent stream of encouragement in the form of many, many "so how's the Christmas blanket coming?" interjections-- spied it after dinner, and spread it across his lap.

Then Isaac, with his Santa hat in place, settled in next to his little bro, and I thought the scene was a sweet slice of holiday life.

This life is far from perfect, but some days, a little bit of sweet is just what we need.