I’ve been awake since 4:45 this morning, waiting for the kids to come bursting into our room. They have strict orders not to wake us up until 6:00, and even though I heard Connor moving around in his room at 5:00, he was so good and stayed quiet in his room until the magic hour. I couldn’t get back to sleep, so lay quietly in bed for an hour, contemplating the meaning of the season that is upon us.
It’s been a wild year for the Robinsons, and for me in particular. My running has improved exponentially, as has my mental space and emotional connection to my husband. I’m learning patience, and grace.
As I sit here listening to the conversation of my family on this Christmas morning, I’m content.
Wishing you all the very best from my heart, to yours.