Christmas means getting in the truck and traveling to see family who live afar. Sharing the season with them is what makes this special season so special. Here is a snapshot of what our travels looked like Christmas weekend.
Mama’s couch is always a soft place with her girls and their babies on top of it. She loves having us all there with her. It is one of my favorite times. We have been blessed to do it a few times this year. Having the kids all together at Mama’s makes memories that will last them a lifetime. Julie’s kids are at the age where each time together is marked in their memory bank. I cherish these sweet times so much.
I love any excuse to spend time with my sister. Being at Mama’s makes that time extra special. We love to laugh at the same things and we have the same outlook on life for the most part. I love sharing history with her. We know each other better than anyone. Doing life with her is the best. We sometimes look nothing alike but I think in this picture we look a lot alike. I am always fond of our hair looking alike. If only the world only knew looking alike is a treat for us. I love osmosis and Jesus for making us alike.
This is my pretty girl. Sissy is my prissy gift from above. Having her brings such softness to our family full of boys. Who knew our all girl family would become dominated by boys. Granny must laugh from above at the boys that run about down here. I am so glad Anna is here to share all of our family traditions with. She will carry them on, without a doubt. I love this pretty girl to pieces.
If you ask Stephen who his favorite nephew is he has to say Henry. It is all he has. If you ask Henry who his favorite uncle is he will have to say “bruder Steben” because it is all he has. I love that these two are stuck together.
Being with our only living grandmother is precious times. We have seen her several times this year and that is rare for us with her living in a different state and us all living in different places here in state. I have loved each hug and laugh with her this year. She is a wealth of wisdom and love. We become better women with each moment we spend with her.
Being all grown up with my sister and our men folk is so nice. I remember the days of wishing and hoping and now those days are here. What a funny picture and what funny times we have. I love the way we love each other in sunshine and rain and we are always there to lift the other one up. We rejoice in the happy times and cry together in the sad times. Life is so much sweeter because of it.
Sharing love with Randall’s grandmother is also part of what we do at Christmas. Randall’s maternal family is quite a bit different than mine, yet they love in the way that works for them. We may not see his Grandmama all that much, but we make a point to go and see her at Christmas. The visits are short but to her they last a year. Henry will know her and she will know him and that makes Randall’s big heart happy…and in turn makes mine happy. I think the smile on Grandmama’s face speaks novels.
A Christmas hug from my favorite hillbilly is always a treat when we go visit Randall’s Grandmama. Randall’s uncle makes me laugh like no one else. Tim is a funny, funny man and is a true teddy bear. We were both blessed to have married into the family. We stick together! He makes me laugh and laughing is my favorite.