...to take a break from the routine of daily life, emerge from our piles of books and everyday meals, and celebrate the advent of our Savior, Jesus Christ, and the life that he gives us. Though we began our advent celebration four weeks before Christmas by reading, singing, meditating, and discussing the Promise fulfilled, we didn't break for our physical preparation and celebration until a week before Christmas.
We nervously watched the US weather situation turn from bad to worse, grounding our beloved Oldest Daughter for three extra days and we rejoiced upon her return. So nice has it been to have her helping me in the kitchen or just sitting and debriefing her semester over a cup of coffee.
Tayta and Artist Son undertook their annual creative building project. My sole contribution was finding the rainbow Twizzlers at the supermarket.
We feasted on festive food,
and enjoyed the company of good friends whom we just don't see enough of during the year.
We laughed heartily as our grown-up sons (and friends) got down and shook it up.
We delighted in a traditional New Year's jaunt through one of Jordan's remaining pine forests
and, the first wildflower sighting of the new year.
And now our noses are back in the books, I am shunning sugar, and Active Son and I are striving to get those college applications and essays finished this weekend; and all that with a bad head cold. The celebration was grand while it lasted.
Thankfully, Emmanuel, God with us, is a reality we can celebrate all the year long.