January 1st was a good day. Not because of anything extraordinary, but simply the little joys of life and the grace of a new year.
First, baby went to her first communion. She didn't take communion, of course, but she was dressed as if she was going to her Quinceañera in the new dress Aunt Tara gave her. She looked even more Hispanic than she usually does. She doesn't look quite sure how she feels about such a fussy dress, but nonetheless, her mother will be relentless in dressing her so.
On a side note, I found that little girl's hair bows that fall out can also snazz up a thirty-something woman. Thanks for the stylish bow, Robin!
After church, we came home and had grilled cheese for lunch, my favorite. I then proceeded to fry brussel sprout leaves in my new deep fryer, my new favorite snack. (But a snack which has unfortunately been banned as my husband is sick and tired of the home smelling like fried brussel sprouts.)
We laid around and read good books. Allie chewed on things, like Sophie.
Then Mike got to hold his daughter while we watched the Harry Potter DVDs we got for Christmas. (Note: This is actually a video of Mike watching Star Wars fan videos with Allie on his lap after he put her to sleep. This is Mike's version of heaven.)
In this new year, I am reminded of grace and a clean start. We start the new year - and we can start every day - clean and forgiven in Christ. And that's awful nice.