I love Christmas.
I love absolutely every little thing about this season.
I love the bell ringers outside the store. I love the lights. I love the sales on toys. I love the Elf on the Shelf. I love Christmas clothes (understatement of the YEAR). I love celebrating Jesus.
I love it all.
I was at a wedding this past weekend and I spent the two hour drive home thinking about just how stinking blessed I am. It's sort of ridiculous.
My husband is a rock. Who puts up with every little insane thing I do (which is a lot. Daily). He works hard and still manages to be a rockstar Dad.
My kid is my heart and soul. She makes me laugh harder than I knew possible. And she's stretched how I love in a way that no one has ever been able to do.
I am surrounded by amazing people. New friendships are being made. My old ones just get better with time. I cannot say enough good things about the friends I've chosen to do life with.
My daughter is loved. My friends love her. Her teachers love her. In turn, that makes me oh so happy. There is nothing better on this planet than to feel love and she will never have a shortage of it.
I've been a bit down lately. Work isn't going how I ever saw it going and I spend a lot of time with a big 'ol bad attitude. I see negative far too much lately. I dread going in every single day.
But as I drove home last night, I realized, none of that matters.
Neither do the friendships that take more work than they deserve. Neither do the people who never have a nice thing to say. And really, neither does so many things about my job.
I've been focusing on so much bad. So much negativity. And it's showing.
It's showing in my attitude and my demeanor. And I'm over it.
This season is a great time to refocus. To get my energy and my attention on the things that matter.
My God. My husband. My sweet, sweet girl. My family. My true friends. The builders and encouragers in my life.
They are what matters.