Booyah Daddy...you are the best.
My favorite sisters.
*A couple weeks ago at church someone was talking about their favorite Christmas memory...and so I started to think of my own. I admit I don't really have a great memory but as I was trying hard to think about a favorite toy...outting...treat...etc...although I do remember a great Barbie pool side set I got one year, the Christmas memory that stuck out most in my mind was sleeping in a queen bed with all of my sisters back in our house on Kilmer Way. I remember us all staying up late into the night...talking about what Santa might bring...laughing...singing funny songs...me always crying at some point...saying we couldn't fall asleep and then magically waking up around 5 or 6 and begging for mom and dad to let us open up presents. Now that I am "grown-up" I laid in bed on Christmas Eve and thought about that memory...a part of me always wishing things didn't have to change and that somehow I could go back for a few minutes...about my sisters and how much I love them...and also hoping that one day Vanny & Lucy will share that same memory. It reminds me what is most important to me and that is my family...craziness & all. Christmas is Christ and He gave us the chance to experience forever families.