It's 7:55 PM and our house is abuzz with the sounds of our children's cherubic voices belting classic tunes including "Christmas Monkey," "I am Just a Pony," and Batman's "Untitled Self Portrait" as they work together to construct the Lego Christmas village (AKA The Things I Want To Use As Centerpieces At Tomorrow Night's Family Christmas Gathering) at the dining room table.
But it's kinda beautiful.
It's really wonderful to have the gang back together. (Well, as together as our particular gang will ever be on this side of Heaven. I always feel like I have to add that, because even when things are right, they're not really right-right because Logan isn't here. But that's okay, because it's a constant reminder that only in Heaven can life be perfect. And as God's people, longing for Heaven is a natural --and necessary-- response to the condition of this earth. But I digress.)
It's a sweet thing to hear them all singing together and to see them all working toward a common goal. So for those blessings, I am very grateful.
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