Thursday, December 27, 2012

Christmas Eve on the River

We were feeling a bit homesick for festive snow, family, and the familiarity of family on Christmas Eve. We headed off to church and enjoyed the service so much. Ainsley thought it was amazing that they passed out bread and juice to everyone (all of the grown-ups anyway) and thought Big Church was almost as fun as her Sunday school class.

We left the service feeling full and blessed. Reminded of what we were (are) celebrating this season. A thrill of hope. Dirk suggested we all head to the Riverwalk to enjoy the beauty of the city. May as well soak up the best of Texas while we're at it.

It turned out to be a great plan! It was a gorgeous night to walk along the river and enjoy the beautiful display of lights. We went to a steakhouse for dinner and proceeded to have one of the best times we've had out to dinner as a family. Not even one drink spilled which I'm pretty sure is a new first for us. We laughed hard. Really hard. Emie was cracking us up with her sharp wit and Ainsley was getting in on it as well getting her daddy to laugh out loud. I wanted to press record in my brain to ever remember these moments. How darling Ainsley looked in her little pettiskirt and cardigan. Her tiny body sitting up so tall as she beckoned us all to enjoy life as much as she does. How her curls fell around her face. How Emie's eyes lit up like a moonlit ocean when she had us all laughing with her. I wanted to remember what it felt like to be sitting around a small table on Christmas Eve with my dearest loves on earth. How good it was to be together, just us four. How nothing was missing. Not one thing.

I'd spent a bit of time thinking about what I was missing or different this season. The weather, the scenery, those celebrating with us. But it was good, really good, to spend some time celebrating what we have. So much! These girls just delight our souls. They are so happy to be with us. So glad to be a foursome with their parents. It's time to savor this fleeting season and enjoy it for what it is: rich and lovely. Pure and bountiful.

Here's a little glimpse of a Texas Christmas Eve. Not too shabby at all.


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