That it’s Christmas Eve and I feel unbelievably blessed.

My children are still young enough that the magic of the season is very much alive and I can think of no greater gift than watching them.

I feel blessed to have the means of being able to provide them with the joys of the season:

A roof over their heads.
A warm bed to sleep in.
A house with decorations.
A Christmas Tree in the family room.
Ingredients to bake those cookies.
Food to eat.
Food to enjoy.
Presents to look forward to.
A kitchen to bake cookies in.
Two parents to spend time with.

Even though it doesn’t feel like Christmas this year, with so much of the togetherness and travelling stripped away (yet again), I still feel unbelievably blessed.

It’s the first Christmas where I actually appreciate everything I have…

and I’m completely…

and utterly…

unapologetic about it.

I have found my joy.