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I believe in laughter... I believe in warm summer nights... I believe in the miracle of life... I believe in running barefoot chasing lightnin bugs... I believe in toothless giggles, and messy hair... I believe childhood is magical... I believe life is beautiful... I believe you can never have too many pictures... I believe in capturing life... I believe pictures should tell stories... -YOUR STORY-

Photo of me & my babies taken by the talented Rachel May.

You are my Christmas

Months of shopping…

Of stuffing gifts into the same closet.. my faithful hiding place.

All for one morning.


Kailey & Trey woke up first.. as usual.

Addi waited until 9:30 to wake up.. which made the older two crazy.

I went down first… to plug in the tree & wait with my camera.

Dad gave the ok and all three crept down the steps.

Santa left exactly what each of them asked for.

Santa finished his milk… but he did leave a bit of sugar cookie.

We’ve realized he doesnt like sugar cookies the best… so each year we leave one just to prove it.

Each of the kids had their own wrapping paper… so there would be no confusion on whose gift was whose.

And it began.

Unwrapping each gift … one at a time.

Addi had no problem opening gifts this year….. she couldnt wait for the next one.

In between openings she played on her big wheel…. or in her Dora tent.

I even caught a hug between Kailey & Trey… a rare happening.

The trash piled higher and higher.

Addi loved the bows.. and stuck them here & there.

Dad with the camcorder… and me with my camera.

We caught every moment. Every word. Every smile.

To remember forever.

So you would never forget….. our Christmas.

How we shopped , hid & wrapped for months. Just for you.

Our Christmas.

I am your Parent;
you are my child.
I am your quiet place,
you are my wild.

I am your hot cocoa,
you are my marshmallow.
I am your nutcracker;
you are my cookie dough.

I am your gingerbread;
you are my frosting goo.
I am your paper;
you are my glitter and glue.

I am your wrapping;
you are my surprise.
I am your don’t peek;
you are my wide eyes.

I am your bundle up;
you are my dash outside.
I am your uphill pull;
you are my fast sleigh ride.

I am your fortress;
you are my snowball fight.

I am your decorate;
you are my tangled lights.

I am your helper;
you are my do-it-myself.
I am your Santa Claus;
you are my Christmas elf.

I am your glass ball;
you are my popcorn strings.
I am your pageant;
you are my angel’s wings.

I am your steady hands;
you are my rising star.

I am your stocking;
you are my chocolate bar.

I am your caroling;
you are my jingle bell.
I am your favourite song;
you are my first noel.

I am your old stories;
you are my make-believe.
I am your go to sleep;
you are my Christmas Eve.

I am your hush now;
you are my lyrical.
I am your peace on Earth;
you are
my miracle.