Tuesday, December 5, 2017
By the twinkle of the lights
There are toys on the ground. A stray pencil. Wires (oh, the wires we have!). An ornament or two (or more) out of place. A tree the cats have been terrorizing. Less than perfect decorating.
But it's my favorite place to be at the end of the day. Sitting here in the glow of the twinkling lights.
And I'm remembering the child who left the toy behind. The hand that used the pencil for drawing. The wires that connect us to family and friends. The teenager who likes to see his Mom smile when he places an ornament in a random place. The kittens who tickle us with their silly Christmas tree antics. The joy that comes from making our home a bit more beautiful, even if it's not perfect.
It's my life. All the crazy, busy, loud, chaotic, joyful, happy, loving bit of it. The twinkle of the lights illuminate the love that lives here.