merry christmas

It's Christmas Eve.

At out house this is the big kahuna. There is church  and candles and presents and games and games.

Today is a little different.

"I'm not better," are the first words he says this morning. We know it is true, but we keep hoping. His low grade fever is climbing, the sweats keep coming, but for now he is snuggled on the couch and knows that we love him. Today we are grateful for each other, we are grateful for our neighbors who check in on us, bring us fruit and say things like "no need to respond to this text - just let us know if we can help."

Today the little things seem huge and holding his hand is the best gift of all.