It must be sixty degrees outside. Windows are open, unexpected warmth. On the first day of winter a fresh breeze moves through house.
I haven't read One Thousand Gifts yet, but it seemed like the perfect gift for a few ladies on my list, paired with a journal. Renee reminded me of how much I love reading journals. A place to write down beautiful sentences and insightful revelations... I should start doing this again.
Keeping this blog as a daily journal feels nice. As much as I adore blogging in a topical style, I've found that I don't have the time to devote to that type of writing these days. This feels natural to me right now. Even if it does reveal how utterly plain my everyday life truly is.
Plus, it's nice to take pencil to paper throughout the day, recording moments and thoughts as they appear then tapping them out on my keyboard in the evening.
Evening blogging... also new for me.
I taught Emily how to measure the amount of wrapping paper needed for each gift, and how to fold in the edges for a neater package (mama's a Virgo)... love those little tricks. Now we'll head to the post office to send them off. Crossed fingers for a swift delivery.
While sitting at the stoplight, three college students marched single file through the crosswalk with a Christmas tree under their arms - the weight of it shared evenly among them. Emily and I cracked up, the whole scene was so Abbey Road... college student/holiday style.
Late afternoon was spent wrapping his gifts, accompanied by a peppermint mocha latte. Divine. Grateful for the quiet of winter, and the gift of light returning.