If this post was something you could hold, it would be covered in gold glitter–the fancy extra-fine kind–layers of it that would shed off and land in your lap and stick to your skin, not in the annoying way, but just enough to maintain a festive shimmer that reminded you throughout the day that maybe you do like glitter and maybe you aren’t too old to seal your Christmas cards this year with scratch-and-sniff peppermint stickers (do it, do it).
The whole world feels like a scratch-and-sniff sticker right now, and I want to smell it all–the line-up of pine trees for sale out front of the grocery stores, the spiced cider samples, the apples, the turkeys, the smoke from the fireplace. I must admit, wrangling an Enjoying the Small Things post late November feels like containing a field of stallions–so many things to be happy about, so many senses awake, so many “thank yous.”
On the eve of our day of gratitude, we are enjoying…
Our table set for breakfast tomorrow.
Preschool prayers and a room full of littles learning gratitude every day…makes me cry.
A walk in the woods, and pausing for some love.
And twirling…always twirling.
Slow mornings and the promise for so many more next month.
Sister dances.
Matching girls.
Happy weekend chaos.
A solution to making bunk bed beds.

(Beddy’s zipper bedding–they started their Black Friday sale. I’m just sayin’–our bunk bed probs are gone!)
Her hand stand phase. All day, ‘err day.
Switching out the kids’ bedding for festive winter stuff. When the weather doesn’t change, we find ways to switch things up.
Accepting that his baby feet are really man feet. Because they’re huge.
We’re looking forward to spending the day with family and friends tomorrow.
Happy Thanksgiving, friends.
…and this song of mine, in three-quarter time, wishes you and yours the same thing too.


































