I hosted Thanksgiving way too early this year to accommodate family. It threw me off for the later part of November. Boys and husband successfully survived another year of our neighborhood's Turkey Bowl with no broken bones or ER visits.
The downtown lights, especially the night I took the train up by myself, completely absorbed in Chaucer's The Canterbury Tales, and met Jaclyn for the choir concert. The Nutcracker with Grandpa Carver and my nostalgic homesickness for Tchaikovsky.
The mass of presents we started accumulating in September. When we thought we were done in October. And then those frantic last days when we realized we weren't done at all. The never-ending struggle to wrap Our Big Guy's mountain bike. It looked like an elephant under the tree.
Shock when we discovered the best memories from the kids had nothing to do with candy in stockings, but instead underwear and socks. Every one of them declared their favorite part about Christmas is our usual Christmas breakfast of sweet rolls, sausage, chocolate milk and juice. So much for stressing about presents.
Celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ along with Trader Joe's and Star Wars. The boys absolutely loved it. Pretty Girl hated it. Mom no longer believes she's our real daughter.
Dinner at Brad and Sherry's house. Dinner at Spencer & Brit's house. Dinner with Marianne and Pete - missing college years at BYU.
The newly remodeled Church History Museum (finally!!) and Mom really needs to stop crying at art exhibits. Popcorn while watching the First Presidency Message.
And finally... our Kindness Advent Jars - and when we realized on Day #2 that not everyone got the general idea.
Farewell dear Christmas.
One of my favorite pieces in the current exhibit at the Church History Museum. "We saw the Lord standing upon the breastwork of the pulpit, before us; and under his feet was a paved work of pure gold, in color like amber" - D&C 110:2