The move to Indiana brought changes to our traditional Christmas celebration. I knew this would happen, and I thought I was prepared for it, but this Christmas Eve was the most depressing I've ever spent. The boys had obligations with their girls' families, which meant our own family celebration couldn't begin until Christmas Day evening. Once the entire family was assembled, however, we had the most wonderful Christmas! I'm so blessed, I really am. I have an awesome family.
I haven't yet been blessed with grandchildren though. Vanity as it relates to age helps me accept the fact that I'm just not old enough to be a grandma!!..lol While I wait to age to the acceptable grandmotherly stage, I've got the "grand-dogs" to keep me hopping. Both boys brought their dogs along, and combined with our own dog, it made for a hectic yet enjoyable two days. Kellen's dog Chloe has a nervous bladder... and I don't think I even need to go into detail regarding how many rolls of paper towels and cans of carpet cleaner we went through. Wes' dog Macy likes to each mulch during the day, and throw it back up during the night, so she had her own name on a roll of paper towels as well. And our Sloopy, the littlest of the three, just tends to fight for his life until they all finally leave and he can take his rightful place on my lap for a full day's snooze.
I kept my camera close at hand while the gang was all here, and I've got lots of pictures to help me remember this year's Christmas celebration. But this picture of Macy, caught peeking through the little heart cut-out on my kitchen bench, really melted my heart.
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