I am blessed.
No, I mean really, richly, undeservedly blessed.
In the past week I've been privileged to share the holidays with most of my favorite people: my sweet husband, seven of my nine precious kids, half of my grandkids, several of our wonderful extended family (some of whom had never met our branch of the tree), and my very best friend (who fits in the extended family category as well LOL).
We have laughed and sung carols; we've taken pictures, played games, attended Christmas events; we've eaten all manner of things, a few of them nutritious; we've gotten used to the constant drone of the dishwasher; we've exchanged gifts big and small and reflected on all the gifts that can't be wrapped; we've celebrated our Savior's birth in a hundred ways.
I end my Christmas Day giving thanks to the Father of Lights that He has shone His light among us...not just in the world but in my house, Granny's House, today. It is His gift that makes all our gifts to each other possible. I couldn't ask for more...