Sunday Dec 25th –
Merry Christmas π
We were up early to leave and make it to church in time for the 9:30 am service.
Feeling tired and having a one hour drive there and back wasn’t the nicest start to the day perhaps but when one stops to think of the reason of the season and how blessed we truly are, what’s a couple of hours?
We enjoyed the service and got in some quick hellos afterwords, before everyone parted ways for their family and food filled day.
Our day was filled with the same plans… but only after we ate lunch prepared by Dad and went for naps πππ»
We awoke (from that awful kind of nap that leaves you more tired than when you first lay downπ) and got ready for our evening ahead.
Which was to be spent with our good friends the Johnson’s π
We got there and were greeted not only by friends but with smells of glorious proportions, telling tales to our noises of what we were about to enjoy β€οΈπ΄
Gramps and Granny joined us there and Grandma Ruth as well, meaning Tammy had spent her day preparing a scrumptious meal for 11 people.
We happily sat down to enjoy the meal and the conversation died with the clinking of forks being the only sound heard.
It was delicious and also extremely painful after it was all finished with π¬π
Thank you Tammy for the extremely pleasant bodily discomfort πππ»π΄
We then relocated to various locations about the house, needing space to stretch and taking the time to actually converse with each other π
The Naber clan joined in on coffee and desserts later on and it was an entertaining evening spent among friends, one that left us/me feeling happy and blessed β€οΈ
Hoping everyone had a blessed Christmas with friends and family, remembering times past together and making new memories, thanks to our Lord, His blessings and sending His son for us.
Happy holidays from Mike and I πβ€οΈ
Monday Dec 26th –
Recovery day from the rich food and late night, since we are all so old π
I enjoyed some of moms poppy-seed roll for breakfast πππ»
Looks sick, tastes amazing πππ»
My morning was spent writing and catching up and mom was busy cleaning the house.
Mike was having a rough day, sick of being caged up with mom and I π
Until she made us wraps for lunch that is π
Mom makes the best wraps.
No ifs, ands, or buts about it. Hers are the best. I’m sorry to all you other wrap makers but it’s trueπ
She puts the perfect amount of everything, nothing to thick or to thin and she puts things on them that I don’t even necessarily like but blended together with her perfect cuts, spreads and folds, they are amazing.
It’s the love she puts in them I guess… or the poison ππ
Ferguson, I don’t think I’ve ever introduced him to you all before, but he is a special guy in our life.
He is a our hibiscus tree π
We got him before Mike and I got married, thinking we would use him for a part of the wedding ceremony and then plans changed, but we still kept him.
Mom has been in charge of his survival since we left and she had done very well.
Minus the odd time she forgot him outside in the cold, the days he was forgotten and left without water etc. etc π
He had been doing well up until she began home renos when he was terribly neglected and forgotten in the garage, under a pile of sawdust and dirt and eventually he was used a time or two as Rolo’s litter box.
He was not doing well any longer.
He lost all his leaves and Mom gave us the sad news that Ferguson’s life was probably over.
But he turned out to be a resilient plant and just needed his mother and father around because since we’ve been here he has put out multiple blooms and flowers!
Pro did bath him once and mother gave him tender care afterwords, which was all crucial in his recovery and we thank you.
Thus, you know now the story of Ferguson the hibiscus ππ
Mom heated up a lasagna for supper, adding some Holland Gouda to the already deliciously cheese covered top πππ»
That evening she bestowed some gifts upon Mike and I βΊοΈπ
(Bracelet from Zoe π… Mikes gifts not pictured π)
A collection of goodies were opened and enjoyed before we sat down to watch the movie ‘Sully’.
The telling of the true life event about the pilot who landed a plane on the Hudson River.