Quiet Christmas Eve

It's Christmas Eve....one of my favorite days of the year. 

Last year I wrote about my childhood memories of Christmas Eve at my grandmother's house. I can easily put myself right back there...the sights, smells, sounds and tastes.

I love Christmas Eve.

I've had a cold for the past week or so which has shifted my focus these days just before Christmas. Can a cold be a gift?  I'm much much better....but it forced me to slow down and pay more attention to the simple joys that present themselves each day....just like I talked about yesterday.  Christmas cards, texts and e-mails from family and friends have been such a delight and maybe even more so in the quiet this year.  I am grateful.

Today a box of Harry and David pears came.....a tradition started by my dear friend Connie and continues by her daughter Andi. Simple perfect joy!

Happy quiet Christmas Eve!