Crisp and oh-so-clear is the weather outside. I’m resting on our colorful comforter, my head leaning into the squishy pillows along the headboard. Tanner, next to me is hair curly wild. He’s tangled in an orange throw, surrounded by Legos and books. Occasionally he peeks at the screen, then goes back to his rocket ship building. It’s an uncommon place for me to write, but grace is this year’s focus and perhaps calls for a new change in scenery.