Eating cheese.
Drinking wine (baby gift..from our pastor..YAY!)
Mike is playing guitar in front of the fire and the snow is coming slowly.
Filling our hedge.
Filling our heads.
Filling in the gaps of grass and weeds and dirt in the yard and making it a scene of grace. Covering up the spots not so desireable.
All for free.

wrenny is cooing in the corner.
Finn is snoring in his room.
we just returned from a potluck supper and the down duvet is fluffed, the bedroom is cold.
I am the richest person in the universe.
Time millionare.
If earth can be this great, heaven seems impossible...