I daydreamed for a moment of careers and money. Of fancy vacations and luxury. I thought about what it would feel like to have an income large enough to not need to live paycheck to paycheck.
I mushed the peas in my mouth, feeling the sweetness pop against my tongue. The potatoes were mellow and creamy. I looked at the small handful of green grapes I'd eat afterwards, and I smiled thinking about their cool juices bursting in resistence on my teeth. It was simple, but it was enough -- it was more than enough.
My iTunes was on random. Silent Night started playing. I listened to the words, and I must admit, I started crying as I ate my mashed potatoes in our small, borrowed home. I thought of the Savior, who came into the world in humble conditions, lived his life and left in the exact same manner. And her I was, thinking I needed more.
How completely selfish I was for dreaming of days of decadence. When in reality, I have everything I could possibly need.
The version I heard was by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. Breathtaking, is the only proper way to describe them: