For Today…Monday, December 22, 2008
Outside My Window…Bright sunshine peeks through the trees to the east. It’s work of warming the cold air is cut out for it this morning.
I am thinking…it is only a few more hours until my dear son and his beautiful family arrive for their visit. My heart is filled with joy by the mere prospect of having them here with us for Christmas. This is the first time in many years all my children and their families have been together to celebrate our Saviour’s birth.
From the learning room…all is quiet.
I am thankful for…hope.
From the kitchen…I’ve already made one batch of Penuche candy. The next batch will be doubled. I’m making this as a surprise to my dear husband. (We’ve promised not to exchange Christmas gifts.) This candy is one of his favorites so I think I can slip it past him without him thinking I’ve broken my promise.
I am wearing…a long sweatskirt, a T-top and a sweatshirt. I’ve got my warm, wooly slippers on. It’s kind of chilly this morning.
I am creating…in the evening I’m working on a scrappy wool afghan. I plan on felting it when I am finished crocheting. Today I will make a bathrobe for Lily our youngest granddaughter.
I am going…no where today, I hope.
I am reading…my Bible. Time has been filled with preparations for Christmas and the arrival of family.
I am hoping…my DH has a good day at work. He’s really struggling with the return to life as “normal”.
I am hearing…Christmas music piped in by Dish Network.
Around the house…There is still so much to do.
One of my favorite things…apple cider.
A Few Plans For The Rest Of The Week: Today and tomorrow I will continue to get things ready for the kids. Tuesday night I will wait up into Wednesday morning for their arrival. Going to bed will be pointless…from that point on it’s family time. Wednesday afternoon all the kids will be here for a Christmas Eve lunch. We’ll go to church that evening to hear our granddaughter play the piano. On Christmas we’ll go to my mom and dad’s house.
Here is a picture thought I am sharing…
Getting into the holiday spirit…
Until next time…
The teakettle sings even when it’s up its neck in hot water. ~ unknown ~