We’re only 12 days into 2015 so why does it already feel so ancient to write “2014” in that title?
It seems to me that all the world has kind of shifted in the last month. New Years Resolutions have been planned and set in motion, the kids are enrolled in their old schools, we are adjusting to our new morning schedule and tweaking our jobs and zone rotations. Gradually we are hugging and catching up with all the familiar faces we love and trying to catch up on house projects, school-work gaps and high school basketball games 😉 It all feels so good except that I can’t wrap my mind around the fact that Max is graduating in a matter of months.
But let’s not talk about that right now. For not let’s talk about Christmas. It was a beautiful one.
We were so hoping for snow. It has been years and years since we have had a white Christmas and we all had stars in our eyes about that possibility.
Low and behold, it started dumping down early Christmas morning.
Everything was all blanketed with white by the time we woke up (later than usual since we were still on China-time). Let’s get a closer look at that:
But before we went up there to check it out, the kids woke us up with their traditional “singing-on-the-stairs” tradition.
Santa found us there and brought some fun stuff.
It was a Harry Potter Christmas for these girls.
And art from Grammie and Grandfather.
Not only did we get to be back for the traditional “Jerusalem Supper” (here), but we got to be there for the traditional Eggs Benedict too.
For as long as I can remember that is what we have had on Christmas morning.
And we all fell in love with that stuff. I know I’m biased but I love it so much how my mom makes it that I can’t ever order it anywhere else. I’ve tried and it just can’t compare.
I’ve also tried to incorporate this tradition into our own little family and never quite made it happen. So it tasted extra delicious to me and I loved sharing it with my kids.
I tried to pay attention to every detail so I could learn to master this craft next year and try it again…we’ll see!
We had English “crackers” too (another family tradition since we lived in England)…hence the crowns.
Nothing better than a lazy Christmas morning soaking up the gifts.
All the while it just kept snowing outside. I love when snow sticks to windows. It just makes me happy.
It was beautiful from the inside but even more beautiful outside.
Max found the mother of all coats in my parent’s snow gear closet and fell in love with that thing.
I loved watching the kids throw that powdery stuff at each other.
I thought this series of pics. was funny…the girls were trying to throw the perfect amount of snow in for the pictures…
…and missed a few times.
Max got covered.
Can you tell we aren’t from snow country?
We couldn’t get enough of that stuff!
That night we went and hung out at my sister Saren’s house for dinner.
So grateful for family.
The night was capped off with a great church discussion and a few games of teaching my parents how to play Rumikub.