It's a quiet evening at our house, which followed on the heels of a quiet day that saw Adam and I decorate the Christmas tree while the boys played a video game in the living room. (Which was, for the record, totally fine by me. If they want to add ornaments later on, we have plenty.)
At the moment, we (minus Isaac, who is at work; apparently a lot of people like to get ice cream when it's 40-some degrees outside) plus Chub and Bearbs are watching a random college football game in the light of said-decorated Christmas tree.
And I'm reflecting, if ever so casually, on how it's possible that my baby will be 15 tomorrow. Already. (And trying not to cough too much, since my head cold has relocated to my chest.)
So for the blessings of quiet days and birthdays and Christmas trees and time, I am grateful. (Even if I'm not quite sure how I feel about birthdays.)
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