'Tis the night after Christmas...

I'm sitting on my couch looking across the room at my husband, who is sitting in the rocking chair, nearly asleep, with my daughter draped over his arm. She's sleeping fitfully in her little pink sleeper, which is nearly too small for her now. Nate's book is splayed open and upside-down across his knees. Our Christmas tree twinkles in the background.

 

I've got all the heaters turned on; it's all of a sudden a very chilly night. I'm ready for bed...sort of. Before Eden came I would have had the house all tidy and clean, the meal planned and the presents wrapped -- for Mom and Dad are coming down from Julian tomorrow for Christmas. But only the bathroom is clean (thanks to Nate) and everything else is in a semi-prepared state of clutter and mayhem. But, for some reason, it's cozy mayhem. A comfortable, now-I've-got-a-baby mayhem.

 

But before I gather my family up in my arms and trundle off to bed, I wanted to capture this moment forever. Not because there is anything special going on. And I don't have anything pithy to say. I just -- I don't know -- maybe I just apreciate the quiet peacefulness of our being together. Of the coziness of our small little house, and the wonderful things that surround us in it. Of the sweet dearness of my baby's short little breaths, and the calming familiarity of my husbands longer, scruffier snores. Maybe it's the two kitties, curled up togther on the end of the chaise. Or the soft glow of lights in the evening. Whatever it is, it is home. It's the wonderful blessing of peace on earth, here in my little home.

 

Tomorrow, when the sun comes up, we will once again greet the world and have an opportunity to spread some of this peace and joy around. But, for now, I'm content to soak it all in here in my cozy little home with those who are dearest to me.

 

God bless us, every one.