Together

After a little less than 10 hours in the car to go a distance of 140 miles, my husband finally made it home on Saturday night. You'd think he would collapse into his favorite chair (or bed) and enjoy the warmth of his home. Instead, this is what he did:

We live on a hill, so before things were salted and totally scraped the kids had a few good runs.

Church was cancelled yesterday, so we had a quiet Sabbath. We listened to two outstanding messages on marriage by Voddie Baucham, had a nice big roast for lunch, played in the snow, and just relished whatever we were doing, simply because we were doing it together.

We also pretended it was Christmas morning, since we will be gone for the day (Lord-willing...they are calling for ice and rain the day we are supposed to leave for Florida) and the kids are still too young to know what day it is or what you are "supposed" to do. It was a classic Christmas around here, with Sweet A getting her first real doll and Coop getting a train set. Add the snow covered neighborhood and John Rutter and Cambridge Singers playing on Pandora (did I mention that I maxed out my 40 hour limit and had to fork over the 99 cents for the first time???), these cinnamon rolls, and it was pretty much perfect.

Coop is getting a little lecture/lesson on how to use his ping-pong ball gun.

Sweet A has been asking for a yo-yo for about a month. She had no clue what to do with it, she just saw a picture of one and decided she needed it. I couldn't resist putting one in her stocking, but it may take a few years for her to get the hang of it.

Sledding at the edge of the river...doesn't that look ominous? Don't worry Mom, it's a long way to water's edge.