It's Good to Be the King

Here's our little two-year old champ at a recent church Christmas pageant, hamming it up (with his buddy Kamryn) as one of the three kings.

The days are a flash, and ever since we started him (part-time) at day care, his language has been snowballing. On the way to his grandparents the other day, he asked me out of the blue, "Where did the Christmas lights go, Daddy?"

It's been a deliriously happy year, and we're thankful for a million little (and big) things. It's an incredible privilege to get paid to write and read books; it's an even greater privilege to get to see a human being grow before your very eyes, and to have that little being trust you with every fiber of their being.

It's wonderful to share each others' lives, to cook as much as possible, and to pick up Chinese food on Christmas Day and eat it in your warm kitchen while more torrential rains come down on Southern California.

My cup runneth over, the Psalmist wrote. But the truth is that it's been running over since the day we were born. Giving yourself over to what you love makes it easier to hear and taste it.