I think that there comes a time in our lives when we stop and realize that time flies by. As I sit here in my recliner, staring at my Christmas tree and the stockings all hung in order from oldest to youngest, I am smiling.
Full of life.
It was this time last year that I was not in the mood to blog.
I was not in the mood for decorating for Christmas.
I was only in the mood to somehow make it through each day until my husband came home from Afghanistan.
It was hard. It was tough. On some days it was unbearable to get through.
I am soaking it all in.
I have three daughters. Three.
My husband is home.
Said husband is constantly tormenting me--and even though I may act annoyed or roll my eyes at his constant teasing?
I love it. I love him. I love my family.
To say that I am blessed this year is an understatement. I am more than blessed--and for that I am grateful.