I'm a morning person. Not sure I always have been, but definitely in the past 5-10 years I have learned to love mornings. I love school mornings, weekend mornings but my absolute favorite...Sunday mornings. I have a routine for mornings that I won't bore you with, but of course, it involves quiet time, prayerful thoughts, feeding and letting out pets and, of course coffee, amongst other things. One of the most magical mornings of the year is Christmas. This year it was different than years past. Much like the weekend or Sunday morning, I was the only one up for several hours. Sleeping in to me is around 8:00-8:30. I waited by the glow of the tree, surrounded by gifts, for John, the tween, teens and college boy to wake up. I sipped on peppermint coffee, watching a Christmas movie. It was 10:30 before everyone was up and at 'em! The magical glow of a Sunday morning in December...just a few weeks before Christmas. I didn't get many mornings of prep for Chri
Somedays I feel like I've done it all. To look at me, you might say "now that's an ordinary mom". Dig a little deeper and you'll find I've led a pretty interesting life, done some pretty extraordinary things, especially once I became a mother of four wonderful, extremely different children! Unique personalities and needs, all wonderful, trying and glorious at the same time!