December 7

I came downstairs this morning and found Brady like this:

He looked cozy sitting there on the couch, nestled between Ice Cube the penguin and our live Christmas tree. (I'm actively ignoring the hole in his pantleg and the fact that he's holding a cup, which is strictly prohibited behavior for anyone under 18 in any carpeted/rug'ed rooms. But I digress.)

The sight filled me with a great sense of gratitude: I'm so thankful that my kiddos have a comfortable place to grow up that includes heat when it's cold and air conditioning when it's hot. I know those are blessings that many don't get to enjoy. And I'm thankful that we're free to celebrate Christmas since I know that not everyone in the world is permitted to do so.