It was such a sweet, sweet holiday. Mr. Gherkin and I read chapter 2 of Luke together (from my new Bible, I must add) on Christmas morning, and I can say that celebrating the birth of Christ takes on a whole new meaning when you have a child (or at least it did for me ). It meant so much more this year. I found myself thinking about Mary often and how she must have felt all those years ago.
Plus, Christmas lived through the eyes of a child is pretty exciting.
Preston got a battery-operated backhoe from his grandpa. I was thinking that he didn't know what to do it with. I was wrong! We were all chasing after him at one point.
His great grandparents gave him a pretty cool piano
|Santa came and brought: a ball pit with 200 balls (ask me how I know), a Tickle Monster kit, Elf on the Shelf to visit Preston when he gets older, and some nice new kicks.|
|This walker toy pictured above was one of Preston's favorite gifts. (thanks, Aunt Lauren).|
My most favorite thing Santa left, though, was this Willow Tree keepsake for Preston called Heart of Gold. LOVE.
It took him hours to calm down from all the excitement. Hours, I tell ya. I think it was 10:30 before he finally conked out for the night and that was in bed with me. His crib just wasn't in his game plan for Christmas.