Gushing

Maybe it was the steam rising from the hot chocolate, my comfy slippers, the Christmas music in the background, the crackle from the fireplace or the tree lights reflecting in our windows. Maybe it was the smell of cinnamon candles or the fresh batch of sugar cookies. It left me gushing.

Last night, my sister, father and I sat around our kitchen island and laughed so hard my stomach hurt. We talked about how many stationary objects I have hit since I turned 16, how Jessica can sweet talk her way through anything, and my father's uncanny impersonations. You know those moments when you get to see your life from afar and immediately have an overwhelming sense of gratefulness in your heart? Gratefulness that just makes you want to burst! Simply burst! I've been having a lot of those lately, those split seconds in time when I'm able to step back, take a deep breath and realize how very, very blessed we are.
I laid in bed last night, snuggled up to Maizy (Kyle's on nights) and thanked the Lord. For the seemingly silly things, for the extraordinary things, for the simply things.