This morning the yard was coated with chilled snow.  Shiny like a mirror.  With bits of mica like 

ice gleaming like jewels.  Tree limbs were reflected against the icy coating.  A lake of ice particles.  And I'm still warm.  Peering out my bedroom window.  I love my yard.  Or God's yard.  Anyway the one He is sharing with me.

We didn't go to Church.  Luke was too tired and next week will be another marathon.  Next week is Messiah week.  I did lots of yoga.  

At work,  M and I were our funny,  charming selves.  We helped many people and made many people happy.  

Em and Bobby had N and W,  B and his sweet family and the kids for Sunday dinner.  Bobby made sea food pasta.  I loved it.  Luke told him that he should start a second career--cooking.  His food is so delicious.  Em made her veggie lasagna.  Also yum.  

The miracle of love.  The miracle of friends and family.