Seventeen of us (and four dogs) crammed into my brother and sister-in-law's house for three days. People slept everywhere. But there was light and laughter and games and cousins and singing and a baby dressed as Santa and a whole lot of tamales. Oh yes--there were a whole lot of tamales.
A couple days later, Gil, his brother Brandon, and his sister Tabby had their first soccer league game of the season. Brandon and Tabby have agreed to drive over an hour each way, each Saturday, for the next few months so that they can play soccer with Gil. They must know Gil's love language.
Tamale making: Getting in touch with our Hispanic side.
We all decided that we really do believe in Santa, after all.
There are so few truly perfect times in our lives, aren't there? When no one is sick, when everything goes as planned, when everyone is happy and enjoying each other.
God gave us that perfect time these weeks--full of memories and joy and family and rest. It was a beautiful gift.
Yea, Lord we greet thee
Born this happy morning!
Jesus to thee be all glory given.
Word of the Father
Now in flesh appearing
Oh Come Let Us Adore Him!