the little things.

We're coming off a Christmas party streak that lasted over a week. We've had many parties and get-togethers, a lot of time worshiping our baby Jesus, way too many gifts opened and throw in a morning of attempting to get a few quality photos of 10 adults and 8 little monsters all 5 and under. There have been a lot of naps skipped, enough sugar ingested to make a strong case for a toddler detox plan and the peanut successfully rotated through all of her Christmas dresses. 

Fittingly enough, today we rested. We stayed in our pajamas too long, we let the laundry go in lieu of legos and time in the snow and Dan and I went through more than our fair share of hot coffee. Perfection. 

It's so funny how much effort we put into this past week of celebrating- the menu planning, the outfit selections, the sometimes ridiculously complicated logistics of it all... and yet my favorite memories will be of those spent at home doing really ordinary things like giving the Peanut a bath and thinking yet again how she is perfection. Perfection all bottled up into the body of this little girl who steals every heart she meets. 

Dan has said something a few times over the past couple of days about the "little things." About how it's all about those simple little pleasures that make like so great. Things like sipping on a hot cup of coffee early in the morning while babies in pajamas run around you excited for another day. Things like going sled-riding in your backyard and feeling like you're 10 years old again. Things that I never want to forget or take for granted (but I all too often do). 

I don't know what this new year has in store for us, but I've got a whole bunch of faith that it's going to be incredible. We're going to go to places we've never been, do things we never thought we could do and overcome whatever comes our way. Every little thing is indeed going to be alright.