A glorious season indeed. A season of celebration for the One who came into this world only to give His life as a sacrifice so that we may live.
Celebrations began days before. Emma's school party, errands around town, things to do at home.
Emma invited Sophie to her party at school and oh how she loved it.
With our sweet friend Ella
We relished in the celebration, drinking in all He has given us. Some things little, some things grand.
All blessings to be thankful for, including good news for the taking.
I've had a few blood tests the past few weeks and all results show my body's hormone levels are excellent, excellent. The baby is growing just as expected.
And as this baby grows, we stand in awe of this miracle He has entrusted us with.
The holidays sweetly delivered and we enjoyed every last drop.
We even accidentally came upon a new favorite. Take your favorite cranberry bread recipe and add apple cider instead of water/orange juice.
We had a special delivery from the lovely Sherri Thompson, complete with toys and a stack of Christmas books. What a blessing this family is to us.
Each little girl received her own tea set.
Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words.
My oldest brother Rod came in from Los Angeles. How blessed we are. This would serve as the kickoff to a wonderful visit to Tulsa.
My mama's house is the best at Christmas. Decorated trees covered in ornaments with snow, shades of red and green draped in every nook. It's just plain dreamy.
And so is her Hawaiian French Toast.
Mama's Hawaiian French Toast
splash of milk
lots of cinnamon
-My mama slices the bread hours before she cooks it so it soaks up the batter even more.
As the visit continued with merry and cheery, I found myself soaking in joy and gratitude.
Emma served Alice breakfast one day...we're working on it.
I'll let the pictures tell the story...
This is the part where I should have fabulous photos of my littles all dressed in their angel costumes for the Christmas Eve service at our church. A sweet service where our amazing community huddles together with our babies to sing carols and tell His story.
While I was adjusting Sophie's wings, Emma proceeded to throw up all over the lobby and even splattered Sophie on her way out the door.
It's funny how in the midst of the hustle and bustle, the plans and agendas carved out for the evening, the costumes you spent hours making now in the trash, all of it, gone in a second.
Sister needed us, she needed home.
We packed it up and headed home. Still carrying on with traditions of pizza, cookie decorating, Christmas Eve jammies, and Polar Express. With a little one tucked in on the couch watching from the side lines but still absorbing plenty of kisses.
Christmas morning. The grand finale had arrived. Smells of freshly brewed coffee and homemade cinnamon rolls welcomed all around the tree.
Little hands happily opened gifts and watched each other's eyes widen with excitement and adventure.
The hubs and I sat back and watched memories being crafted, sipping coffee and catching each others eye thinking how it doesn't get any better than this. Listening to the story of a precious King coming into this world one winter's night, long ago. How He came in simplicity yet in triumphant glory.
Sister made us proud with taking a few steps on her new walker and you best believe we cheered her on with gusto.
There's a solid chance Bunny thinks I have truly lost my mind.
She's probably right.
Back to Christmas day...
We played in our jammies, read books, and started a new tradition of making our very own gingerbread house. It was awesome until we added the icing and the whole thing collapsed.
And I'll admit, I wanted to throw a fit and cry about it. Instead, we carried on and made it our own.
Our meal commenced the lovely day and enough room was left in our bellies for the desserts created by little hands earlier in the day.
We had a Merry Christmas. Full of wonder, surprise, and gratitude. The unexpected, giggles, and memories. Full of family, love, celebration and most of all...