Our firstborn turns seven years old today. Last night at supper he exclaimed after realizing it was his last day of being six, "I'm ready to move on...I feel small!" Hah...nothing small about you, my son! We are so proud of who Malakai is and the young man he is becoming. His heart is filled with love, patience, gentleness, and kindness. He's got the fruits of the Spirit down! We feel like this is a significant year ahead for him to discover more of who he is, his passions, his giftings, etc. We can't wait to see you soar, Malakai Grant! You are our "great messenger" and we love you dearly.
They sing, play games, eat a snack, and watch a filmstrip. My mom and I enjoyed watching Isaac perform this morning. So fun to see his personality come out in front of a big group of people. Yup, got a shiner on his face two days before the program. Literally ran into one of our wooden fence posts around the pasture here on a walk the other night. This kid...
Sprinkles were flying, hands were smashing dough and fingers were licking off gooey goodness. Three different kinds of Christmas cookies were baked, decorated and put in the freezer today. Grandma helps to make great memories with us as we roll out sand tarts in our aprons, listen to Christmas music and try not to go crazy chasing three littles around the kitchen. The older I get, the more I realize holiday traditions are for the kids and not the grown ups. Believing that this holiday season will be one that is meaningful and memorable for our children. I heard a quote the other day that I keep reciting over and over again in my mind. "We can get so busy trying to make Christmas happen that we forget that it already did." No challenge here! All is calm, all is bright.
It's always a memorable experience...this chopping down a real Christmas tree thing. This year went pretty smoothly...it was the decorating part that about put me over the edge. So many little hands that want to help so badly, but don't quite understand that not all ornaments can be hurled across the room, squeezed, or shaken. Ah yes...just stuff, I know, but these little pieces sure do hold a lot of memories for me. Some of them are from when I was a kid. There is one little red wooden sleigh that says, "1981...Regina"...we're talkin' 33 years old. And then there are a few balls that came from my dear Grandma Brubaker. I guard those for grown up hands only. So now the tree is all trimmed and watered and lit and naps are in full swing. And tonight (and many more nights to follow) we will all lay underneath its branches and tell stories...the most looked forward to part of the whole Christmas tree experience for all of us.
I can't ever remember having a white Thanksgiving before but it sure was fun yesterday to play in the snow together! The kids were in their glory. We were sledding, building a snowman (Gideon was stealing the limbs off of him as quickly as we could put them back on) and throwing snowballs. Winter in the fall isn't so bad I guess...when we can be together and eat some turkey! Eric was happy to do all the work to prepare Tom, the house smelled yummy and made our house 72 degrees. The snow pants and gloves and boots and hats are all dry and ready for another round today!
The annual Martin family get away took place over the weekend. All 17 of us lived together for three days and enjoyed laughing, lounging, hiking, playing and eating. The weather was beautiful and it was fun to see the seven cousins running around. They are growing up fast!