The late morning found me snuggled on the couch watching the rain fall and the spruce boughs bend in the wind. Sawyer's chubby hand held my shirt while he snored contently on my chest and the boys played in whispered tones at my feet. The furnace came on a few times just to show us how cold it really was outside. As the rain briefly turned to snow Finley exclaimed, "Oliver! It's going to be Christmas soon!" Soccer practice was a cold one leaving the boys chilled and cranky. I couldn't feel my fingers by the time we got back into the van. Everyone was tired and worn out, but especially my middle man after a long field trip today. He is one that needs quiet and calm, just like his mamma. After everyone was tucked in for the night I did a quick tidy of the kitchen and then made up some hot chocolate for Mr. Stannix and I. The wind howled loudly as we drifted off to sleep.
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