We opened the Good Times box when I got back from away; marveling at how many slips of paper fell out from the longest of hard years.
Yet there it all is, in black and white, the goodness of our Lord.
In March, Trinity is recorded to say, "meow." Now she tells us long stories.
Three different people wrote to mark the occasion of Dad bringing roses. This was clearly a high point.
We talked about little girls smiling while they danced and Landon writing the "Pappy book." Caiah reading, reading, reading "The Spooky Old Tree." A themed dinner party or two,
Someone thanked God for the power being out. Another for it coming on. We each are at different stages.
And none of it's big, but none of it's small. How did we get here? One moment at a time, which is all God asks.
Mom dumped the bits of paper and napkin into a bag to stuff away and there the box sits again, empty.
Every year we wonder what we could ever find to fill it...but God always gives us enough.
Happy 2015, Friends!