I wake up. It's Saturday morning. I rise before everyone else and start a pot of coffee. I look out from our kitchen at the fog resting in the dips of the hills. I take a moment to thank God for beauty in the world.
I look around the kitchen and see traces of last night's gathering. It was a relaxing time of delicious food and encouraging conversation with loved ones. I pause and thank God for the relationships that have been sustained in my life.
I move from the kitchen to the living room and take my place by the fire that's just now starting to crackle. It's winter, so the hot coffee and burning wood help to thaw the chill I've acquired from our bed to here.
I look around and see traces of little ones. There is a cape hanging on the back of the couch. I smile because our son caught the superhero gene, too. On the table in front of me are a stack of books our daughter is learning to read. I close my eyes and thank God for the gift of children and the intricacies each of them contain.
My eyes scan the room, and I see photos of foreign lands. Lacie and I made it a point to go on a few adventures before the kids came. I'll never forget the time we went to Ireland. We dreamed for three years before going. Once again, I thank God, this time for my partner, my lover, my greatest friend.
Finally, I pull out an old notebook from ten years before. I thumb through the pages to January 21, 2017. As I read, tears begin pouring down my face...
...and I thank God.
For giving me vision and guiding my steps to a life that's given Him great glory and my family deep, satisfying joy.