Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Christmas #1
This was the first year that we didn't have everyone with us for Christmas. That was really sad for me, but I wanted the day to be happy and good for those who were here. I was immensely helped with my emotions when I received a text from JW at 6:30 AM (just after the kiddos had awakened us). He had attached a noise to his text and sent greetings of "jumping [on us] and screaming" as well as Merry Christmas. (Ok, here's a better explanation: Our kids have a tradition of coming to our room Christmas morning and doing something obnoxious - or sometimes sweet, like a song - to wake us up so we can go discover Santa's bestowment. John contributed all the way from Indiana=) Also, not long after that, I got a text from Michael and Elizabeth with happy greetings. They also sent along a bunch of fun pictures. Later in the day I also received pictures of John from his day. I was so relieved that John ended up spending the day with Cami's family. Originally he had planned to work for lack of something else to do. (Thank you to Cami's parents for allowing him to share your family time!!)
I started a making a gift for Haelley a couple of weeks ago. I didn't get it finished in time to send back to Indiana with Stacey. I even had Stacey drive to the airport so I could work on it during the trip there. I came very close to getting it done, but that wasn't good enough=( I will post a picture of it here (if I remember) after I know Haelley has received it. The picture is one that Michael and Elizabeth shared Christmas Day. A note to Haelley: Grandma loves you ever so much. She is just late with nearly everything, so please don't have your feelings hurt that you don't have all of your Christmas present yet.
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Life goes on. We have learned to be thankful for what time we have with family and to not be disappointed when we can't all be together. You are just starting this process. We do have it pretty good with cell phones, email and blogs!
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