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Phew!!


Our weak attempt at a family photo. Again, it was a relaxing day complete with a family nap. Ahhhh, perfection!

Our tree.

Our makeshift table. The girls are ready to get this show on the road!




Singing songs before the presents are opened.



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Mya lined up her presents. Funny.

Mya has nearly enough baby supplies to open her own daycare.

So excited about her "beautiful necklaces." The girl loves jewelry.




Claire had many wishes come true. The girl has wanted that dog for over a year and has been talking about her small suitcase for nearly as long. Lisa/Phil and family as well as my Mom and Dad came through with flying colors. She was one happy girl.

Santa brought each of them an American Girl doll. They were a huge hit!

Christmas morning--playing "beauty shop" with their babies from Grammy and Papa.

Snuggling with Daddy. Mya's baby is waving too ;)
Okay, I may or may not have been on the brink of a total meltdown, but never fear, I am good! I think everything caught up with me all at once. Our status as self-proclaimed "squatters" has been oh so good for me. This Christmas though away from family and friends has been wonderful. We turned down a few invitations for Christmas celebrations with friends instead opting for a quiet, simple celebration of our own with no dress code, no schedule to follow, but traditions and memories galore. I feel calm, relaxed and very content--a much, much improved me.

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Anonymous said…
Exactly how a Christmas far from home should be!

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