Magic Little Lights

There is something magical about this time of year. I chased Jeffrey around tonight on a run, which was fun between gasps for air. The first part of a hard run is always the hardest for me - I think of it as my little heart needing to stretch itself out. Once this happens it's not so bad.

So many houses had twinkling lights up. I ran home along the water and took in the still night air and the feeling that everything will be a little more festive for a few weeks.

Steven and I put up our tiny tree. We've actually never had a "real" Christmas tree. Our 2-footer seems to do the trick, although it doesn't smell nice and pine-treeish. Enter candles. Happy December!