There is an ache in my heart for simplicity, a longing for my children to appreciate beauty in the smallest joys. We are in a season of change which entails long hours where I feel as if I am neglecting my children to pack boxes, fill trunks, sort out the unneeded or what just won't fit into luggage bound for South Asia.
There are moments amidst the chaos that I cherish, want to remember, and I give thanks.
Sugar plum, sleepy eyes, just waking, in my arms whispering words to song, "Christmas is such a happy time."
Sweet Pea raising purple toy asking, "Can we give this to another child to enjoy?"
Little Pumpkin hoping for snow.
Little Boy delighting in the simple, yellow balloon.