I loved the fog. I loved the glow of Christmas lights. I loved the melody of Christmas music.
Lanie requested I start the music when it was time for them to come down (a throwback to my childhood). So I did. Sometimes Christmas music sounds so sad, ever notice?
The day seemed to fly by. The coffee was good. The cinnamon rolls were really good (Yay! They were a bit of a sticky mess to work up the night before, but they handled the fridge overnight rise like a boss and had a bread-like pull and crumb. The only thing I would change would be the icing--definitely more of a cream cheese base. We--meaning the girls and I--ate the whole dozen throughout the day and this morning. Oink.). The kids played all day long. Shane and I sat in the living room and talked all day long.
Hearts happy, bellies full.
|our fifth Christmas here|
|piano music to her favorite singer|
|Erin loves shopkins|