First of all, merry Christmas. What a beautiful holiday. I don't think any other is so deeply tied to tradition, whether it's a tradition celebrated around the world or just within one family. Fantastic.
Christmas Eves just keep getting better around here. Somewhere between age 13 and 30 you forget about the anticipation of the day. But now that I have kids and especially as they get closer to kidhood and further from babyhood, the feeling is back. I think I'm just as excited as Bo for Christmas morning, although I'm a wee bit concerned because several hours ago she announced that she no longer wants a dollhouse from Santa. Sorry kid. I think you'll like it anyway.
J and I have kind of a hard time with the Santa thing. It's important to us to always be honest with the girls, so going along with the story makes us feel a little uncomfortable. We made an agreement with each other to do it because we don't want to rob the girls of that part of the magic of Christmas, but as they get older and start asking questions, I'm guessing we won't be the parents who go to great lengths to hide the truth. That said, I was like a crazy woman trying to keep J quiet as we put presents under the tree. He is honestly the loudest person I know.
I've been so excited to show you all something but have had to button my lip because writing about it in more detail than I have would have revealed a gift we were giving my parents. They've seen it now, so ... ta dah!
Remember Susannah Rodgers, the artist behind Sitting Pretty Studio that I mentioned recently? We had her paint watercolor portraits of the girls to give to Nana and Papa. We are absolutely thrilled with how they turned out. She somehow captured the girls' spirits just by looking at photos of them. I'm truly in awe and know my parents will love having these in their home.
It was such fun getting to know Susannah over e-mail exchanges, too. That is the thing that continues to amaze me about the handmade movement--the connections I'm making with other people (let's face it--other women, mostly) around the world seems to be snowballing lately. I wish I could have everyone over for a giant potluck dinner.
According to a recent blog post from Susannah, it sounds like her daughter Bella is enjoying the rainbow dress I traded for part of the price of the paintings.
There is so much more to write about--the magical Christmas season we've had while trapped in our home due to three feet of snow on the ground ... the craft action that's been happening because of it ... the food, the pretty trees, the 8-foot-tall snowman standing guard in front of our house right now, the way the snow clings to the berry clusters on the mountain ash trees in the backyard ..
But I'm going to try to get some sleep before the Christmas morning frenzy begins.
I hope this post finds you happy, rested, warm and surrounded by the people you love. Again, merry Christmas.