There was family and cousins and beautiful sunshine.
There was my hot husband and his turkey fryer.
There was a laptop and my sister's face over Skype who reported that she ruined a pumpkin pie and I missed her a lot.
There was a pretty table that somehow I still haven't graduated to sitting at.
And a glorious fried turkey and frying turkey is really the only way to do turkey anymore.
There was family and laughter and words of gratitude.
And my greatest gifts. The man who loves and cares for my heart, the one I do life with and come home to and can't sleep if he isn't beside me.
My big boy.
The smart, kind, tender-hearted one who said he was most thankful for Jesus and that he died on the cross so he didn't have to. And when he said that, my heart swelled with pride and joy because he gets something about Jesus even though he's just five and I so want him to know Jesus like I do.
And the little one.
The passionate, emotion-full, silly boy who brings so much life and light to our home and our hearts.
He humbles me, and teaches me and my life wouldn't be the same without him.
And maybe it sounds all Christanee and churchyish to say this, but honestly, this year I was most thankful for Jesus. This year has been big and special somehow. I have followed Him more close and more deep and I am changed and different because of it all. I have been taken and captivated and my heart has been stolen by the places we have walked together this year, and I want more of it, more of Him.
So much to be thankful for. So many blessings, so many things, so many much.