I am grateful for little signs, wherever they might be from.
Last night, on Hudson’s birthday, after the hardest parts of the day were over, I was just suddenly inspired to go ahead and get out some Christmas decorations. Sitting on the top of the pile in the second box I opened, I found a framed picture that my dad had given us last Christmas after Hudson’s first (and only) visit to see Santa Claus. She was less than thrilled with the experience and in their zeal to get Hudson to smile, the mall photographers handed her a toy to hold. I had totally forgotten about this altogether until I pulled the picture out of that box.
Look at the toy in her hand.
Little signs. Grateful.