This morning it is raining.

So I stayed in and practiced yoga.

A real practice. For the first time in many months.

There were no new realizations, and I still have a cake to bake and soup to load into the crockpot before work, but it was good. Without the guilt that occupied just a month or so ago. And then I brewed water for my coffee, and here I am, ready for a refill.

The kids all blew me away with the Christmas gift giving. Their thoughtfulness and creativity gets better each year. Watching them open, and opening the heartfelt gifts they make and purchase and give fills this Momma’s heart full. This mug came from Lizzie. I need to find out where. Somewhere in Canada is all I currently know. She also found me a copy of A Year of Mornings: 3191 Miles Apart, and their book with recipes