Home . . .

It was one of those evenings that feels just right . . . with a glass of wine in hand, Christmas music softly playing in the background and my most favorite people, Brooke and my mom, sitting near. Everything felt just right, everything was just as it was supposed to be the night before Thanksgiving. Dad and Brian were outside in the cold bbq-ing when we realized that Tobias and Kingstin were no longer with them. In a panic, we all ran in different directions yelling their names and praying under our breathes that they would come home. As my search continued I realized they were not coming to my calls. I stopped, feeling my heart racing, my voice was quivering and the cold was stinging my lungs. Sadly I could still hear my families call. I knew there was one place I needed to look next . . . the highway. I knew I could not bare the sight alone so I turned to go back for my dad's company . . . as I approached their house I saw my dad I whispered through my tears "Nothing, I can't find them." He smiled "I did." They were safe and at home.

So as we sat in the living room all of us home, the Christmas music still playing I looked across the room . . . stopping to look at my family. Tears began to well and all I could think was how grateful I am for them. This evening I was grateful for the safe return of my dear puppy but even more it made me reflect on what truly is important this holiday season: my family.

I am so blessed.