...for the Holidays.
I heard that song approximately 100 times this Christmas season. Do you ever find that there is that one special song that seems to be on the radio every time you turn it on during Christmas?
This year "Home for the Holidays" was it.
It embodied how I felt this year.
Being in my parents home this year was especially magical.
It was my first Christmas as a married woman
it was my first white Christmas.
Talk about overwhelming.
Matching footie pajamas equal real love.
We danced around in our monkey feet all morning.
The snow was glorious. I have always wanted a white Christmas. The fact that I got to experience my first one with my husband was something I will never forget.
John pummeled me in my stomach with a well packed snowball.
I took it like a champ.
My sister and I posing splendidly on the stairs, just like every other Christmas...ever.
Remember when (this) happened? Its wonderful how something can fill the hole in your heart right back up with love. This is Pippi and she is our new love. We still miss Honey and she will always live in our hearts.
There was sledding and snowball fights. Well...for my hubs anyway. I tried to sled but kept falling on my butt.
The day after Christmas Dad made us his famous breakfast.
Delicious buttery, cheesy, crap now I can't fit in any of my pants yum.
All hand strung by yours truly.
NOW...for an A.D.D. string of thoughts:
May I suggest laying under the Christmas tree and looking through the limbs?
I got a Kindle this year and I have no idea what to read. I have never been a good reader but now that I am graduated, I am going to be allowed to read FOR FUN!!! What is that going to be like?
What to read...what to read...
Merry Christmas to everyone...now to loose all of this Holiday weight. I don't recognize my own face.