The light overhead is off, but the glow from the lights on the Christmas tree and the lamp beside the couch illuminate the room. There is something wrong with the fireplace that we haven’t figured out yet, but under my blanket with Chloe cuddled next to me, I am more than warm enough.
There are presents under the tree and even more still waiting to be wrapped in the spare bedroom. The stockings are hung on the mantle, and I’ve got a book nestled in my lap.
Andrew is next to me, quietly playing a video game. He has the sound on the TV so quiet it’s barely audible, so that it doesn’t distract me from my reading.
Nothing else can be heard except for the rhythmic thrum of the dishwasher in the background. The kitchen is clean and our bellies our full after we’d both had a steaming bowl of chili for dinner.
In the quiet, I savor this moment. My heart is so full – of love, of joy, of all the wonderful things that I am thankful for: a warm place to lay my head, a husband who I love more than the world, and this time to just soak it all on.
I know too soon that this moment will pass. Soon we will need to go to bed and get ready for work the next day. We will have things to check off our to-do lists and be in a hurry to be at the next place.
But I will keep this little moment that I’ve tucked away. The magical simplicity of having this time of rest on His day, with all of the things that I could ever need or want surrounding me, it overflows me. My heart is full.
My heart is full.