Christmas Day

Merry Christmas!  We didn't hear little voices until 6:20am, which was the exact time Andy called.  We were on the phone when the children came up the stairs and saw their stockings for the first time.  He was tickled with his packages, and we were tickled to have him "with" us.

Lots of smiles and squeals.

Breakfast.

One of the worst things happened as we were nestled in our bench at church -- my three youngest were slated to perform a trio -- but I HAD NO IDEA!  No one told me.  The song leader, from another ward, motioned to me, but I had no idea.  It was so bad.  They hung on the best they could, but in front of the stake, it was a rough Christmas present.  The musical numbers and partaking of the sacrament is the perfect Christmas tradition.

Luckily they were darling.

Gandma invited us to dinner, so I had very little prep and was able to rest in my bed with all my children surrounding me.  Ah, I love that.

Little Miss asked for this pig.  She named her Sweetie.

Grandma served the most delictible ham and Grandpa cuts the meat after the prayer, so it's actually hot when you sit down to eat it.  Clever.  We spent the next few hours playing games, chatting and Grandma gave us a tour of her room and bath.

Besties.  Andy then called and specifically asked to talk to Grandpa, then asken him to bear his testimony.  What a treat to hear the request and the reply.  Grandma followed in suit, and we felt the spirit so strongly -- especially since we banned the children to the "strawberry room."

Maisie HAD to use her gel machine -- both her nails and Meg's nails were darling.  

A day focused spedifically on the birth, life and ministry of Jesus Christ really is a special days.  Compound testimony with family and my hearts wells up.  How blessed we are to know Him and be loved by Him.  May we show our love and devotion by the way we love others.