I guess I’ll finally tell you guys about our Christmas.
If you’ve been keeping up, you know we flew way up north to spend the holiday with the Dorrs. I hate flying. Really. But other than saying “We’re totally driving next time, right?!?” several times (answered with “It depends on how many charging stations are around!”), the flights there and home were uneventful. I did get a good bit of reading done, though. Baby Proof was a great book.
What a sweet family I’m joining. Yes, it was strange being with a different family for Christmas, but that’s what happens when you grow up and meet someone you commit to. It was definitely a louder event than I’ve experienced in the last few years, but that’s a good thing (and my guess is Lowe Christmases will be getting louder with the next generation coming up). I’m glad we went to church for a Christmas Eve candlelight service, too — since that’s what I’m used to doing. Christmas would just not be the same without a fire hazard.
When we woke up on Christmas morning, there was this stuff on the ground:
I think that’s the first time I’ve actually seen snow on Christmas Day.
Why yes, we did open presents in pajamas. We’re 26 and 30, but we’re not dead.
I know there were some family pictures taken Christmas Eve, and Tim is supposed to edit those. Maybe I’ll post some after he gets stuff done. This is all I have for now:
Oh wait! This is what Tim got me for Christmas:
SO EXCITING. It’s nice to sit down and do my makeup instead of leaning over the giant sink bowls in the bathroom to try and apply eye liner.
I hope all of y’all had a wonderful Christmas with your families and/or friends!