We celebrated Christmas on Monday night/Tuesday. That's when our son and grandson could be here. And you know what? It felt exactly like a "normal" Christmas. It was wonderful. It was our son, grandson, my mom (who lives with us), and the hubster and me. This little guy made it a wonderful Christmas. He appreciated -every- single thing (even clothes). I had asked Beth (our next door neighbor/friend/Mama of cute Owen-baby/photographer extraordinaire) to come before dinner to take a few pictures. We did a 4 generation pic, a group pic, a pic of Mom, and a pic of us together.
I only wish our other kids could have been here! Anyway, bless her heart, because nobody in this family (including me) likes to have their photo taken. My Mom reminded everyone how much I hated them when I was a little girl, crying for my school pictures instead of smiling. Mom thinks it's because I was shy which is true, but she neglected to mention how badly she chopped up my bangs each time, or curled my hair with horrendous curlers and the hairdos were ugh... awful!
Anyway, Beth is a Saint and here is one of the pics she shot Monday night. I can't wait to see the rest of them!
"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!” -Jack Kerouac