A year ago we moved into our new house. I remember the first night — the kids (and cats) went to my mother-in-law’s to stay while David and I moved boxes and started unpacking. I remember thinking how great it was that we would get to open our eyes every morning in this house. I wondered if it would ever wane, my appreciate for this house. It hasn’t. I still thank God and David for making this dream a reality.
Our first Christmas was wonderful; we’d never had Christmas at our old house, instead enjoying it in Dallas with my family. COVID-19 made it mandatory that we celebrate here, and I don’t regret it at all. I remember thinking the holiday season was magical as we started new traditions in our forever home.
This year is no different. Hanukkah ended tonight, and it was a wonderful eight days. We had friends come over to celebrate, and all the kids had fun. From now on they’ll associate Hanukkah with being fun, and that makes me happy. Even though it stresses me out, I love having our friends here celebrating with us.
I’m sure this week will fly by like this past one, but I’m still trying to be mindful and enjoy the moment.
Everything is so good right now, and I’m so happy. This whole year as overall been good, and I’m so thankful. I really don’t have much to report other than my gratitude.
I hope you guys have a good week. Stay in the light.
