Christmas Past

When I was little we would all wake up super early and go into each others rooms to wait for Mom & Dad to finally say it was ok to go downstairs to open our presents from Santa. We would have to wait up at the top of the stairs until they turned the coffee on and got the camera ready and then we could come down, but we had to wait on the stairs and take a picture. Which was torture because we could see all the piles of presents from the stairs.
One year, I can't remember how old I was, but we opened all of our presents and when we were all done my Mom went into the dining room and said, Hey there is another one in here. So we go running in and there it is....the Barbie Dream House! I can still picture the exact location it was in. That thing was awesome!

And that is my best Christmas ever...so far anyway.

Wade says that my first Christmas with him should be my best Christmas ever...
Well, the first Christmas I spent with Wade, I flew to Colorado. It was my first Christmas that I had ever spent away from my family. I cried the whole day. Enough said.