One of our favorite Christmas Eves of all time. Was it the simplicity? The Mass? Her singing? Forecast of snow while we slept that night? Our cozy home? Us? Scott and I knowing the joy to come the next morning? It was all of it. All of it I'm sure.
Scott's Mom and Aunt in the morning.
Coffee cake and pastries
A simple, homemade soup before 5:00 Mass
I remember driving to 5:00 Mass on Christmas Eve when she was just home from China. A little baby in the car seat. I'll never forget the overflowing, abundant feeling of blessing.
Our church is the oldest Catholic Church in Connecticut
She sang on the alter
A special package arrived (more on an upcoming post)
Cookies were left for Santa
After our girls were tucked in bed I set the kitchen table for Christmas morning breakfast.
It's such a magical night. Candle light, fire crackling, Dean singing. A magical night.
And we went to bed feeling so excited about our very favorite morning just a few hours away. And so so blessed for this life we live.
And do you want to know what we knew that night? Oh it still gives this winter girl, this Christmas loving girl goosebumps! The promise of snow on Christmas morning. Yes, they said we would have 4-6 inches on Christmas morning. A white Christmas? Dreams do come true.