My girls are often gone all day. But this week there was a party after school that involved supper and caroling. They would not be home until after my bedtime. Not that I am a night owl mind you. I felt a swell of joy at their tight knit group of friends as they rummaged around the house for a white elephant gift. 

"I have a children's book. Or a wallet, new in the box." My daughter gave me one of those consolation prize smiles. She took the last of the peppermint chocolate cookies and tucked them in a gift bag. She understood fifteen year old boys. 

"I know you will remember to help the hostess and thank her profusely," I reminded while serving up their breakfast.

"We already have! We say she is our angel sent from above."

This made me happy. The event hadn't happened yet and they were already tuned in to gratitude. In an instant I was back at my oldest son's wedding, where his new bride sang a song called Doubly Good. 

"I can thank the Father for the things that He has done, and thank Him for the things He's yet to do." 

Then I remembered what is happening to our family next June. A baby. Yet to be born.

And I was choked with grace.