Our home in Fort Wayne. I am so very fond of this house. We don't own it, we don't plan to stay here forever, it doesn't have a guest room (although it could, if the girls shared a room), but almost every day, I am thankful and happy to be living here.
Geoff and I put up those icicle lights today, and I hung a sparkly mirror-covered wreath in the middle. I have plans to add a few things, like some garland on the porch railing, and maybe a real little tree that we can cover with cranberry and popcorn garlands.
Every December I am sorry to see the days getting shorter, but once people start decorating for Christmas, I am so happy to see all of those lights, shining against the early darkness. Even on a long, difficult day, I see them and hope swells inside me.
No matter how dark it has been, there has also been light, and maybe that is part of the point of it all, anyway.