I’ve never been a fan of winter, I think it was a cruel joke that I was born in the midst of a snowy winter. But there’s something serene about sitting in my warm toasty house, with a sleeping baby and one adorable preschooler who is entertaining himself, enjoying the snowy scene developing out the window. There’s also something special to me about sitting here being able to take in the glow of our lit christmas tree, it’s small and I’m not thrilled w/ th lack of cool ornaments, but it’s ours. our family is unique. We’re not rich and this month we’re doing our best to make this month special for the kids by having Dean work a ton of extra hours to make enough money to get the kids any gifts at all. Our tree is tiny is comparison to what I’d like, and it’s fake. I’d love for once to have the money to spend on elaborate christmas decorations or even on a good gift for my hubby but it’s never been possible in our home. we get by and I guess as I sit here feeling blessed to have a warm home at all, I know that the best gift ever is this home we’re creating for our kids and ourselves. I have always hated this house, but it’s grown on me. each room has it’s on personality now. and now that half the bedrooms are filled with our precious boys and their toys, I know that it may have it’s flaws and I may still no love it, this house is our “home” I cant wait til Dean gets home today so we can spend some time together as family, time we havent gotten in a few days. I just want to curl up w/ my boys in the living room reading books by the light of the lit christmas tree. It might be a simple life, but we’re happy. things might not be perfect, but I must say, today I’m content with what we’ve got.