Saturday, December 25, 2010

its a brown Christmas in Brigham.

There is no snow this morning on our field, but Christmas is still the same. The Christmas music playing in the background, the kids so happy with their loot, and the baby content with playing with the wrapping paper. Today I am so grateful for my husband, kids, and for the Savior on this Christmas morning. Snow, or no snow, that will never change.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

old choo.

Today is my Grandpa's birthday. He has been gone a handful of years now, but somehow it still hurts, and the missing still goes on. I hope the rain turns to snow tonight, and puts a nice white blanket over him. And I do hope that somewhere a train will blow her mighty horn for my dear old Grandpa Choo.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

the real deal.

"His nose was too rosy and his beard was all fake", my Emma says after sitting on Santa's knee. She is looking for ways to figure him out, and see if the rumors are true. Yet, when she sits and he asks like he does, the world turns to a bit of magic. She tells him her list, and he nods his head twice, and asks her to be a very good girl. Her nerves have vanished, she has a clean slate, and it looks like her wish will be granted. She skips down the path, all smiles once again -- the naughty list --avoided.