i decided to continue our family's tradition of eating chili on Christmas Eve. so after our church service i invited a bunch of friends and family. they all came and we had homemade cinnamon rolls and i ended up making 3 different soups. it wasn't quiet or quaint, but our house was full and warm and it was nice.
our first ever Christmas away from my parent's house and we both had mixed emotions. excited for our little family but missing old traditions. we really wanted to serve as a family, but found out most soup kitchens won't take young children to help out. i quit researching different places because we got invited to do different Christmas dinners and really felt the need to go.
for the past 3 years my heart has been confused on how to do the whole santa thing. with a husband who didn't grow up with santa and me who fully believed in him, i really didn't know what to do. but this year was different, it was never a question for my giant and i think it finally hit me. the emphasis of Christmas was never meant for santa. our girls will know that st. nicholas was a real man, who did great things, santa is a fictional character for fun and Christmas is about the birth of our Lord and Savior Jesus. it really is all about giving Him the glory and yes we did celebrate. and we did give gifts and open presents, but they were not from santa or the reason for the celebration.
my mira love took 5 steps yesterday.
when i say i want to do something or want something, pipi says "me too" and then corrects herself and says "me three." i tell her just because she is 3 now she doesn't have to say that, but it's hard to correct her, it's just so dang cute.
the night before i left from nebraska to drive home, it snowed. a beautiful blanket covered snowfall. it warmed my soul and if felt like it was gift just for me.
Merry Christmas week and happy weekend!
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