All day long the winter solstice tugged at my heart and told me to snuggle in with my kids while the light was low and cloudy on this shortest of days.
Instead I worked. A lot. And baked and cooked and shopped and pretty much ran around like a crazy person. Not being still. Not being quiet. Not honoring in any way this turn in the seasons, the hope of lengthening days and the opportunity to appreciate what I already have. To acknowledge that what is here in this house and in this family is enough and more then enough.
Tonight I'm going to to settle in, regroup, do something quiet with my kids, read a book and wake up in the morning on a day where the light lasts just a little longer and we all unknowingly take that first step towards a new year, a new season.