We had two Christmases this year. One with my folks and one with Matt’s. Both were warm and cozy; both were filled with love.
I want to write a book on Isaac’s first Christmas(es). But, in the end, the pictures tell the story better than I ever could.
There was good food and better fellowship. There were gifts all around – thoughtfully given with a lot of love. There was lots of rest and relaxing. Lots of laughter. And Mexican Train. Lots of Christmas cookies and hot chocolate. Lots of walking in the woods. Lots of fire building and bath time playing.
Just a lot of the best. And I’m very, very thankful. For time with the ones I love. For our merry Christmases. They were beautiful.