Remember almost four months ago when it was Christmas? yeah, neither do it. Which stinks 'cause there were a lot of fun things we did at Reid's family's house, but they're all long-gone in my pregnancy-induced amnesic mind. Maybe this will teach me a lesson about putting off blogging....but probably not.
Although i remember shockingly little, what i DO know is that every time we go there--this Christmas included-- i feel even more grateful to have married into his family. They are wonderful people who make me want to be a better person, and especially a better mom. I, of course, can't remember the why, but I do remember driving away from there and talking to Reid about the fact that his parents and siblings inspire me to be a better mom. Who gets this lucky with in-laws? honestly?!?!
The girls LOVE their Allred cousins/grandparents/aunts/uncles. They love Grandma and Grandpa Allred's house. And I love how happy they are when we're there. I also love how many other people are around that make it feel like a mini-vacation from my full-time job. And when we go in wintertime, my dear sweet husband doesn't golf 18 holes/day, which is nice, too :) (honey, you know i love and support you in your hobbies, right? i'm just sayin'...)
Christmas morning was wonderful. I'm sure it was. If it wasn't, then i'd probably actually remember it.
Luckily I took some pictures to prove that we were there, fun was had, gingerbread houses were made, and that we all had matching jammies.