I may even try Egg Nog. . .

I don't really feel like writing today. However, I am making a goal: I want to force myself to see beauty every day, and I want to keep track of it.

I'm sitting here watching Sharon pinching two crochet needles in her small, pointed fingers. She talks in between her stitching, as Matt messes with the Christmas lights. The lights hanging around the trimming inside the house flicker. Matt stands over the small, wooden box-- which holds the key to the entire Christmas buzz in this house. The box, with green and red Nintendo buttons, controls all of the lights. It's like a dream. In two clicks we have Christmas.

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Matt and I decorated for Christmas recently. We listened to Vince Guaraldi Trio- A Charlie Brown Christmas as I strung the strands of lights to Matt (who stood on a huge ladder) pinning them to the wall. I needed something to distract me, and Christmas decorations made a lot of sense in that moment.

Our goal was to use every decoration that Sharon had in her house. We covered the place. When Sharon finally got home, I was burnt out. I searched for somewhere to hang the last-blasted-batch of bows. I tiredly weaved the tiny bows on the small Christmas tree in the kitchen.

"Oh wow. Oh wow, wow, wow. Look at this," she smiled under the warm glow from the living room.
"I really needed this. You guys, wow. Thank you. How can I ever repay you? This is just so great. I can't believe you did all this, just the two of you," she trailed slowly throughout the house.
"Oh look you even put little bows on this tree," she laughed touching the bristles on the tree.

I smiled and sat quietly on the floor. I felt so at peace. It was exactly what we all had hoped for.