A season of puppies, summer weather, pancakes and pecan pie. Quiet nights and hectic days, while The Christmas Carol plays and I bake. Lots of clementines and giving gifts wrapped in packing paper.
On Christmas Eve, Wesley drove over an hour from work to surprise me at his parent’s house. The memories and love, more precious than any one day.
And over it all, a sense of peace that makes no sense and isn’t conjured by light displays or the scent of a piney candle. The peace from knowing that come what may, Jesus is Lord, and all is well.