Well, we’ve got ourselves a leaner. Our perfectly full and even-branched tree is split in the middle – about four feet up the tree it branches off into two major sections, so that our tree top is a little more than slightly askew. But you know, I still like him. The house smells like heaven, and the lights do wonders in cheering up our quickly dark afternoons.
We won’t be moving until after we return from the holidays, so I went into full nesting mode over the weekend, baking up a storm and trimming the whole apartment. The recipes you’re going to want to add to your repertoire:
I brought a few of these sweets to a mug exchange party, and between that and watching the Holiday it felt like the perfect Christmasy weekend. Of course, I avoided all the grading I needed to do, and will be paying dearly over the next week. But in the midst of this crazy season of three schools and a new house, I continue to feel this undercurrent of peace – that I am precisely where I am supposed to be, and that in my brokenness I am being made whole. And it’s exactly in this season where I can so obviously count the ways that God is using the people around me to affirm and encourage me in his plan, and I’m learning to open myself up to do the same for others. Letting people in on my story has never been sweeter.
Soon, sweet puppy, you’ll have a new house full of street-level window access so you can gaze the day away. Until then, save the snuggles for the couch you’re (supposedly) not allowed on.