"For You O Lord are a shield about me, You are the glory and lifter of my head. Psalm 3:3

"For You O Lord are a shield about me, You are the glory and lifter of my head. Psalm 3:3

Monday, December 12, 2011

Order Up (Christmas style)

Christmas time is here.
Time for cranberry scents to fill this house on Saturday mornings.
For kitchen tables to become workshop tables for little hands making ornaments and bringing Christmas cheer.
For the sweet anticipation of my babies' hearts to add to our Jesse tree each night before they are tucked in tight in their cozy beds.
Time for backdrops and accents to reflect this season of welcoming.

Welcoming our Savior, the King, the precious One sent to bring us freedom and life.
And if you ask Sophie, Christmas time is for the 3 wise men having conversations.
They do have conversations you know.
Hi, how are you?
I fine.  You?
I good.
Okay, bye bye.

I'm sure that's exactly how it went down on that special night.
Christmas time.

For this house, that means cookie decorating and letting little hands make the delicious icing to spread over fluffy, sugar cookies.  Emily's recipe (here) is our favorite for sure.

We joined our friends for some giggles and decorating.  These growin' kiddos warm my heart.  I mean tornado size heart swells.
Sullivan Bishop.  Oh how we love this little one.

And if you couldn't tell, we love us some Jenny too.

The bunch of little ones had a blast and so did the mamas.

And in true Emma fashion, she wanted to clean up and do all of Shannon's dishes.
I have no idea where she gets this from.

Oh happy day.  I didn't want it to end.
    Keats and Nolan with their beautiful mama.

The weekend buffet of goodness continued.
We met up with the Rowland family for some dinner and adventures at the Orr Family Farm.
Chips and salsa filled our bellies over conversation of family, babies, and what else between these 2 daddies...Sooner sports.
Once we fueled up and bundled our lovies, we packed in and headed out for Christmas lights and fun.  And really cold weather.
Although none of our babies seemed to mind the cold.  They were sweetly swept away on magic carousel rides on beautifully, painted horses.
 And real horses too.  Sophie was placed on the perfectly, tiny pony, just her size.
Emma was placed on a huge horse and sister was so proud.
We just love this family.  Our time with them is sweet, like we've been friends for years and instead we've quickly formed friendship on hot summer days, trips to the zoo, a few hours in Ali's hospital room, at basketball and football games.  For sure a blessed harvest of speedy togetherness we are so thankful for.

Jenni, Chloe, Trevor, Toby, Payton

This moment makes me laugh.
This is the first time any of my kids made it to Santa's lap, no reason or objections or anything in past years, I just never got around to it and/or didn't feel the gusto to pay loads of cash for 3 screaming babies sitting on the old man's lap.  Which is was I thought would happen...but they actually loved it, just sat their smiling like little lambs.  
Sweet babies.  I resisted the urge to kiss their little cheeks and gobble them up.
The night was simply fabulous.  From train rides and hay rides to sampling fudge and cookie sandwiches full of icing.  We even managed to accidentally crash a birthday party.

Make unforgettable memories with friends and Christmas Story-bundled babies.  Check.

Earlier in the day, we carried on our joyful celebrations in welcoming home our dear friends the Jones' from South Africa.  
And welcoming them home as parents-to-be.  Come summer time, they will welcome their precious one into this world and from oceans away we will cheer and celebrate.

On this cold, winter morning we came together over delicious treats and time together.  Holding new little arrivals, talking of hopes to come of more children, the memories of the little ones already filling our hearts and homes, and joining this sweet, expectant mama in her dreams to come.

Even welcoming home more friends who have followed His voice to the nations, only returning home for time with family and friends for Christmas.  Whitney Caldwell.  How she lays down her life so that others may know of His goodness and love.
Welcome home.
Welcome little one, you are marked with purpose and joy.  We love you already.
Welcome home friends from far away places, in the heart of Africa.
We are blessed to call you friends.

It's Christmas time, folks.

Order up.

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