This post is embarrassingly late! This year, we celebrated the sweetest Christmas with family. We talked a lot about how much has changed now that babies have been added to the mix, but, of course, we wouldn’t change a thing! When Luke and I got married, we decided we wanted to be very intentional about establishing our traditions. We decided that Christmas Eve was “ours,” and we would always spend that evening attending the Christmas Eve service at our church, followed by a home-cooked steak dinner. Well, last year, we threw that out the window — it was just too hard to pull off with a baby in-tow. Instead, we’ve started a few new ones, and, no surprise, making memories with your babies is so fun!
On Friday, the 22nd, we traveled to Georgia to spend the weekend with Luke’s family. The weather was chilly, and we had the best time eating (and eating and eating), playing with the girls, and opening gifts. We traveled back home on Sunday (Christmas Eve). As soon as we got home, we had to hit the ground running to prep side dishes and a breakfast casserole for the next day. It was a super late night but totally worth the time put in because the next day was so sweet and special.
Blurry, but cute! Christmas Eve in their jammies!
On Christmas morning, my parents, siblings, and brother-in-law came to our house for Christmas breakfast and to watch the girls get their gifts from Santa. The morning was low-key and so sweet, and I can’t wait to continue this tradition as the girls grow.
Cheers to all the daddies who go out of their way to make things extra special — thanks for the jazzed up Ikea kitchen, honey!
We laid Addy Grace down for a morning nap and headed to my parents’ house to continue the festivities. We spent the rest of the day opening gifts, enjoying a massive meal with other extended family, and resting. Full disclosure — the girls were so tired and out of their element, which meant they were both very cranky. We kept putting off having them open their presents, hoping they would perk up and be more into it. Nope. Luke and I ended up opening most of their gifts ourselves, which was a bit of a bummer. It’s a phase, we know. Next year, it will probably be so much easier with an 18 month old and an almost 3 year old. It was still special and memorable, and we wouldn’t change the day for anything!
My mom and I talked about the “let-down” that can come once Christmas is over. There’s this huge build up, filled with prep and anticipation, and, then, it’s over. So, this year we decided to pack everyone up on the 26th and head to DeFuniak Springs to see their annual light display on the lake. It was a great way to extend the fun, and we are hoping to continue this tradition.
It’s so easy to lose sight of the significance of Christmas and what we are celebrating. I find myself so often getting caught up in picking out the perfect gift, coordinating decorations, buying all the Peppermint Mochas. I want to choose every year to be intentional about focusing my girls’ (and my own) hearts. God becoming flesh was a sacrifice, and that sacrifice deserves pause, revelry, and humility. I’m writing this out for myself, as a reminder to really focus on the Advent season, not just Christmas Day.