- Hannah's quiet excitement over finally receiving a backpack of her own.
- Lucy's not-so-quiet excitement that I finally got the super hero capes finished (thanks for your help, Mom!)
- The crazy-loud, aleatoric scream-o version of Go, Tell It On the Mountain that my children sang in the car on the way to church this morning.
- Sitting in the balcony for the glorious final verse of Silent Night, sung a cappella, a full church of folks praising Almighty God, with two or three brave souls adding their descants into the mix. Absolutely breathtaking.
- A house full of people that I love.
- This picture of my little super hero:
- My nephew and my daughter snuggled up with my brother-in-law, watching Snow White.
- Dining seat assignments scrawled on torn up sheets of binder paper, artfully arranged on fine china.
Silent night! Holy night!
Son of God, love's pure light
shines anew from Thy heavenly face,
greets the hour of redeeming grace,
Jesus, Lord at Thy birth,
Jesus, Lord at Thy birth.
The hour of redeeming grace came two thousand years ago, and it comes again today, and it will come again every day until the end of time. The best is still on its way. God is faithful. Always.