Well, Christmas happened. I think.
We left service on Christmas Eve morning and somewhere in between the parking lot and the driveway my body started aching and the sounds coming from my chest sounded like a crackle of electricity. By that evening, the flu had marched in and laid siege on my body.
We were down like dominos after that.
(Notice the tired mom eyes and the dazed dad face. We were the first to go down.)
We rallied for Christmas morning and the last six days have been a haze of cider, medicine, shivering chills, and cold sweats.
It wasn't tragic, but it wasn't magic either. The hardest part was I missed my favorite week of the year. The quiet and still time between Christmas and New Year. I love to use that time to reflect, refocus and plan for the new year. But my synapses were working in slow motion so none of that happened.
But I'm a big believer of better late than never, so I'll start that processing right here with a few of the most popular posts from this year.
I shared our favorite family tradition and y'all swooned over the candle holder!
We lost our beloved puppy and you all mourned with us.
We discovered that we all want more fulfillment and hope.
Swedish clogs and self-care speak to all of us.
We went a little wild.
Last, but not least, we built a house, and y'all came in for a look around!