Our piece of the magic.

It’s almost pointless to write a post about our Christmas as it seems like it was ages ago, when in reality it was just this week. We find ourselves preparing days, sometimes months in advance for the most important day of the year, Christmas day. We cook and bake around the clock, search high and low for meaningful gifts, and spend countless hours decking the halls. Days are spent in anticipation and excitement and joy and wonder, and then in a blink of an eye, it’s over. I wish I could put Christmas day in a tiny box and hide it on the top shelf my closet; that way every time I wanted to feel the magic of the season, I could sneak to the back of my closet, wedge myself between my dresses and jeans, lift the lid of my tiny box just enough to get intoxicated by the Christmas magic. Oh it would be the most beautiful Christmas box. It’ll be bedazzled with rhinestones and pink glitter and smell of freshly baked cookies.

Our Christmas really was magical, you know. It was completely worth all the countless hours of baking and decorating, and the countless hours of cleaning and un-decorating that will inevitably follow.

The babies loved the magic. Every gift this year was meaningful and served a purpose. I’m not sure what it is, but the older I get, the less I want. I find that we, as adults, are fully taken care of throughout the year; it’s the kids who I want to spoil. Seeing their eyes light up is where the real magic is.

 William didn't hesitate to dive right in.

This Christmas was extra special. It was like an extra moist red velvet cupcake with cream cheese frosting. Delish. It was our first Christmas as a complete family of four, and as all firsts go, I soaked up every moment and memory banked every reaction to the enchantment of Christmas morning.

I was on a total Christmas high.

And seeing my babies lovingly together makes my heart swell.

 William figured out how to open presents

Krysta was an awesome big sister; helping William open his presents before her own! Heart of Gold.

My Christmas high continued throughout the evening when my mom flew in from the east coast to join us for Christmas dinner and snuggle with babies.

My mom and William

We have a lot to be thankful for. We’re so blessed and fortunate to have family and friends, food on our table, and love in our hearts.


I can't wait to see what's in store for us in 2011. New chapters will be written, a new house will be lived in, a new state to explore, and a fresh start will be made.