These are just a few of the scenes from Christmas eve. I forgot my camera when we went to Mass. But I managed to snap some pictures while cooking dinner. It was just so awesome. The kids pulled up chairs around the island and we just talked and laughed. These are the best times. When time slows down and we don't have anywhere to be except with each other, enjoying one another. It just makes me so happy to see my children laughing and talking with one another. Because it seems like most of the time sometimes they argue and say mean things to one another. But, we are family and we love each other fiercely. I love these memories being made. I pray my children will always remember them when they are grown up and have families of their own.
I myself have the fondest memories of Christmas Eve when I was a child. I don't remember every one, but they are all somehow weaved together. My mom prepared the same meal every single year. Now I prepare that same meal. We look forward to it every Christmas Eve. My girls are learning how to make pierogies and cook smelt. Maybe they'll talk their future spouse into serving the same meal. I say talk into because it is a little bit different. I'll never forget the first Christmas Eve dinner that Terry came to my parents house. I think we were newly engaged. He was so sweet to choke down that Pickled Herring!! He is not a big fish fan. If you have ever had Pickled Herring you know it is the fishiest fish ever. Ha! He did it for me!
Anyway family. Family is the greatest gift. How wise that that is how He came to us.