We went to see Santa a couple days ago and everyone put in their order for what they want for Christmas.
Gavin want's an X-Box 360 (it's good to have dreams)
Sophie told Santa that she would like a camera
Grayson wants FIFA 2010
Delanie wants a Barbie that you paint her clothes and they change colors
and Gentry asked for a castle with knights
But what they REALLY want...
To have Matt, Jenn, and baby Garrett home for Christmas!
Our ward Christmas party was really good. Xand and I ran the fruit stand in Bethlehem. Then we got to watch a reenactment of that very sacred night. Xand was the narrator and Gray was a Wise Man. At the practice Gray announced that "this is what Christmas is all about!" Very sweet.
I have been so emotional these past few days. I think it is quite a few different things piled up. Of course the amazing news with M&J! I could not be happier for them or more grateful to a loving and selfless mother who has made their dream come true.
Then there is this other thing going on that just eats at my insides and has totally got me in a tizzy. I am absolutely dumb founded by it and at the same time not surprised at all but I cannot let it go. I am driving my sweet husband crazy, and he can't believe that I am putting so much energy into something that will probably never change. I know all of this, but... Ahhhhhh!
Christmas. What an amazing time of year. What amazing friends and neighbors and family I have. I am so filled with gratitude.
We went to pick up Xandi's parents from the airport yesterday and arrived there a few minutes early. With time to kill we people watched, one of my favorite activities, until I found myself in tears watching all the missionaries coming home. Xandi then had to pipe up that this would be us in 7 short years. Ahhhhhh! Watching my children grow is like watching sand slip through my fingers. The more I try to hold it tight, the faster it seems to fall.
On that note. Enjoy your little ones. Hug them tight. Kiss them often. Laugh with them. Love them. And have a very Merry Christmas!
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Getting ready for Christmas
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Thanks for the invite. I know we don't alot but if you need to talk I'm here. Hopefully it's not about me but if it is I'll take it in good stride and change the frown from upside down and smile those cares away. Love ya!!
Thanks for the invite Sis! I am glad I am not "blocked" from your life! Love you so much and love to read your words. You write very well and express your feelings in such an eloquint way. Put the things you can not change in a bubble and let them go! It just eats you up. One of the hardest lessons I have learned is.... not everyone adores ME. And that is ok, they do not need to for me to feel valued and happy with what I have. Sorry about them! YOU are an amazing mom, wife, daughter, sister and friend. Don't let the opinions of a few rob you of that! Love your enemies is such a hard lesson to learn. But the Savior taught us that lesson flawlessly. I love you dearly!
Stacy: You're telling me time goes fast...It seems like yesterday that all of you were lttle. You think that time will stand still, but it doesn't. Enjoy you children while they are young. Enjoy them as they grow older. Every stage of life is an adventure and you are on the right track...I love You!!!!!
Thanks for inviting me. I always love reading your blog. I love to read what's going on with you guys cause we rarely see you and your cute family. I hope that everything is ok. You did seem sad and a little down at Christmas, and I have been thinking about you. Like, Marianne said...I know we don't talk alot but I'm always here too. I have experienced WAY more that people think and I am a very good listener. Hang in there and just know you are AMAZING!! Hugs :]
Love you Stacy,
Thanks for the invitation. The best part about Christmas for me is seeing it through the eyes of my nieces and nephews. Whenever you doubt yourself, just look at what wonderful work you've done with them. That's what it's all about. Anyone can have one great kid - but five! That's a pattern...
You'll always be my favorite. Love you, Stace. :)
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