There's something so much more magical about running
Did I mention all of those twinkling lights? I'm in love. So much pretty to look at, it hurts my eyes and simultaneously makes me want to purchase about 10 more strands of lights, garland, wreaths that light up, red bows, and candles for each window. No, really. I've been having to resist the urge. Now that we have our first "real" house, it has taken all that I've got to not rack up a little bit more holiday cheer on my credit card.
But as I've been pounding the pavement, I've been playing a game of thankfulness. Even during this time of year, when spending is an expected indulgence, I'm trying to remember what really matters in life. And here's a surprise. It's really not about how beautiful the outside of your house looks. Or the inside, for that matter.
So, without further adie, here's our sad little display of lights. It's not much...at all. But it's something. There most likely will be a few more strands popping up by the end of the season, but nothing over the top. No one will likely drive by and stop to admire our display but that's okay. I'll just stop to admire theirs and I'm perfectly okay with that for now.