There is something special when you get to break bread at the table with all of your children present.

And added to that is to have your parents present as well.

A wonderful memory. Perhaps a new tradition. Who thought eating out on Christmas Eve could be so wonderful?

And now I can hear Wistie on the piano accompanying her father while he fills the house with music.

Ciera is planning the songs for tomorrow’s reading.

Saac will arrive shortly for our Christmas Eve slumber party.

I think they will be making a midnight run to Walmart.

Kids! Love watching them bicker and tease and hug each other.

All is right in my world.

Merry Christmas.