Sunday, December 28, 2014

Christmas 2014

Christmas looked a little differently for us this year.

Because we had all been under the weather, we had to miss out on Christmas Eve services at church, and weren't able to visit Brian's parents on Christmas day.
We cannot wait to celebrate with them later in the week!

While we missed a lot activities, it was nice to be able to be home and enjoy family, food, and lots of fun. 
I just love bedhead and baby pajamas on Christmas morning.
And the look on Baker's face, priceless.
Baker got a kitchen set and some other fun goodies.
While my choice of Christmas breakfast looks more like Christmas breakfast casserole and French toast, I would have eaten a hundred more plates of broccoli, carrots, and cauliflower with this boy serving.

 We talked about Santa coming and left out tasty cookies, but when the presents were unwrapped and ribbons untied, it was his mommy and daddy receiving the biggest hugs.
This boy of ours has the sweetest, most gracious heart.

After celebrating Christmas morning at home,
we headed to my parent's.
We had a great big breakfast, opened presents, and had a wonderfully lazy day.
My mom got Baker a pair of glasses so they could be twins.
He loved them!






 We finished the day with a yummy dinner and sang Happy Birthday to Jesus.
Baker gladly blew out the candles.

My very favorite Christmas song is "O Holy Night."
O holy night, the stars are brightly shining.
It is the night of our dear Savior's birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining,
'Til He appeared and the soul felt its .
A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices.
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn'.
Fall on your knees, O hear the angels' voices.
O night divine, O night when Christ was born.
As a mother of a two year old and another baby boy on the way, I cannot help but think of Mary.
When I look at Baker, and when I feel the swell of my stomach, I cannot imagine the emotions Mary was experiencing on that starry night in Bethlehem.
How she looked at Baby Jesus for the first time with the overwhelming love of a mother and knew that one day his life would be offered as a sacrifice.

What faith.
What trust.
What love.
What joy.
A baby boy, born in a lowly manger to a virgin mother, came to save our world, in sin and error pining.
Then he appeared and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope.
I always get stuck on that line.
What hope we have in Him.
A thrill of hope, how our weary world rejoices.

The night our Savior was born was the most divine,
but tonight, and each night after,
we celebrate life in Him.
And that makes each night worthy of being called holy.
Happy Birthday, Jesus.
We are so glad you came.

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