Remnants of wrapping paper peek out from under the sofa. Leftover goodies tempt from the countertop. In the aftermath of our family gathering, I pause to enjoy the peace, processing the sweetness of the day.
So many precious moments:
“Grandma, can we have another present?” Three-year-old August, so enthralled with the magic of the day.
“Mom, this soup is the best yet!” So heartwarming to be able to cook for loved ones and witness their enjoyment.
“Who wants to help Grandma?” Three eager faces gathering around.
My heart is full and I am exhausted.
This is the advantage of this stage of life: the ability to imbibe in the pause.
(Thursdays I write about the things that fill me with gratitude. My challenge this week is “pause“. Image from personal collection.)