This year, though, I may just let the pictures speak a little more than my own typed words.
I'm still at a bit of a loss...
We held our babies close.We read. We snuggled. We filled little love tanks.
And we made special breakfasts.
We savored well.
And we gifted each other Love.
There were homemade gifts...Thrift store gifts...
And gifts bought off of Ebay.
There was even a gift memory from eight short years ago that I remembered my biggest boy absolutely loving. So, Daddy went on a hunt to find its replica.
And Mama remembered, like it was yesterday, how to put the tracks together...
And just like her oldest, her baby loves it, too...
Sweet prayers were prayed...
The day was simple. And it was sweet.
It wasn't over the top, and it was slow.
There were times of quiet.
And times of crazy.
There were games.
And there was feasting.
And there was love...
There were sweet conversations, and there were some "I'm sorry's."
There was tender brother love, and there were moments of not so much.
There was grace given, and grace received.
And many cups of coffee...
And of Who we are waiting for...
|Per our tradition, we always have Chinese food for our "Christmas lunch."|
And there were little things that made us happy.Sweet memories.
A house of messy, but a house of love.
A family of imperfection, but a family committed.
Two parents imperfect, but two who love like crazy.
Three boys who are ours...if only for now.
And a Savior we celebrate ~ who came to redeem us.
"Lean into joy. Build resilience. Cultivate hope." ~ Daring Greatly, 2012