It feels like Christmas morning. I woke up to a cool silence in the house, Ben breathing softly next to me. The sunlight looked cloudy beyond the blinds and there was a still silence to the air and to the house that reminded me of waking up on Christmas morning, when – even at 27 years old – there’s an air of expectation, of excitement, of wonder in some respects.
When I woke, it was a moment of absolute peace. Peace of mind, peace of heart, contentment in everything. I found myself smiling and being extremely thankful, whispering a little silent prayer of thanks to God for all that He has blessed me with, so much more beyond what I deserve. I have a husband who loves me dearly and is willing to stand with and fight for me. I have a home of my own; it’s small but perfect for us. I have a job that, while not always the most ideal, does afford some really good moments at times and I’m finding some options for the future. I have friends who are kind, compassionate, fun, encouraging, and yet willing to remind me of the important things when I need it. Yes, extremely blessed beyond what I deserve.
So that ‘Christmas Day’ feeling is not just anticipation, wonder, and excitement. From now on, I shall try my best to remember this feeling of gratitude and thankfulness. I need to never forget it, and to never forget to express it to those I love.