It's Monday, a new day and a new week. Thanksgiving is quietly coming up and all that we have to be thankful for seems to be jumping up in front of us just begging to be noticed. There are so many gifts.
The warmth and light from the fireplace on these cold days.
The beauty of waking up to a white world.
The flu behind us.
A husband who so wonderfully helped me and the kiddos while we were sick.
Family. A dad and mom who brought us chicken soup and a sister who sent along her treasured tummy tune-up.
A little girl laughing in the morning after being up during the night getting sick.
Plans being made for Thanksgiving. A menu, shopping lists and fun activities.
Little children stopping to make their own "tree of thanks".
Dad, snow, Grandma coming to visit, Jesus... are just some the things listed on these leaves
Quiet Sunday afternoons full of games, reading and creating.
A little girl making her first necklace and bracelet.
A new week.
In thy presence is fullness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.Psalm 16:11