Even our early-morning errands seemed magical -- a stop for a sweet and German coffee at the bakery (when we were picking up our brez'n and brotchen), the cheerful folks waiting in line at the butcher shop, our girls racing -- skipping and hopping and running -- to pass the time while their Daddy fetched fresh sausage.
Daddy and his girls made their now-annual gingerbread house. We never thought that the house would stay up. But it did. Royal icing is truly amazing. And as you can see, the terms "gilding the lily" and "less is more" mean absolutely nothing to our girls -- at least not when it comes to frosting and candy.
Nan and Grandpa joined us for the evening, helping Daddy with the three littles in the pew so that Mama could sing. (And sing with dear friends. Oh, and sing a new song. Lovely. Just lovely.)
Along with Nan and Grandpa, two other couples joined us for Christmas Eve. We so enjoyed sharing a meal and conversation with them. (And having someone else witness the unbelievable excitement our children exhibited over new pajamas.)
And when we paused to take a few photographs before bundling our littles off to bed, John David flashed us his best Christmas smile...
and our girls had something they wanted to say. And sing.
What a blessed Christmas Eve!
2 comments:
So cute!
The girls are so sweet in their dresses. That was one of Anna's favorites this year, too, especially with the accompanying hand motions. They can sing it together in a couple of years!!
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