Christmas Eve:
On Thursday afternoon we attended one of Hope's Christmas Eve services, which are always so beautifully done and inspirational, followed by dinner for the four of us at our house. We had invited my parents, but with my grandmother's sudden hospitalization everything changed at the last minute.


It was SO hard for him to not eat those cookies.
and then opened our traditional Christmas Eve PJs and books boxes:
The kids went to bed and Scott and I got to sit and enjoy some much appreciated quiet time by the tree while waiting for the jolly old man in red to arrive.
Lucky for us our children are too young to think to wake up ridiculously early for the opening of presents. So one of our presents from them was sleeping in until 8:30am. Nice!
Isabella was ecstatic that Santa brought her everything she wanted and then some. But nothing beat the excitement of opening the very first present and finding this:

She had almost as much fun helping Sam open his presents as she had opening her own.


After everything was opened downstairs we read a note from Santa encouraging us to go upstairs to the playroom for one last surprise. And so we did:

Then my parents and my brother and his family came over and we all exchanged gifts.
Some kids like to rock to games like Guitar Hero or Rock Band. I say keep them crazy and obnoxious games. In this house we rock our little hearts out to this Little Tikes guitar (courtesy of Aunt Liz).
So that's our Christmas in a nutshell. I am so very grateful for Christmas and Jesus and for family and love and laughter and joy and togetherness. Because at the end of the day,...
... isn't this what it's really all about?

Hope yours was oh so merry and bright as well!
3 comments:
I LOVE the picture of your mom playing with the guitar :) Say hi to everyone for me! Love to all,
Nate
BEAUTIFUL pictures! You captured everything beautifully! I felt as though I was there - you look wonderful and I miss seeing you my friend!
Thanks, Nate! Same to you guys.I will always remember spending many Christmases with you and your beautiful family. Love you guys!
Michelle, thanks so much! It was a fun one indeed. Having young ones gives Christmas a wonderful magical feel, doesn't it? I miss you too! I hope you had a wonderful Christmas as well.
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