Heather picked me up and we spent the rest of the day getting ready for Christmas dinner. The tree stood brightly in the corner, and soon we had a lovely table laid for Christmas dinner.
The kids were beside themselves with anticipation for Christmas morning. They eyed the clock, lamenting how slowly time passes! Meanwhile the adults watched the oven timer, mouths watering for a taste of Jordan’s home-cured Christmas ham . . . delicious!
During dinner it started to snow (sending the kids into the next level of Christmas hysterics) and when Christmas morning finally arrived, it was a beautiful White Christmas.
|Cheese stone! With little dishes for olives and stuff!|
We spent the rest of the day playing with princesses, tablets and an epic quantity of Legos (including several incarnations of Unikitty, my favorite creature ever).
Next morning, I headed out with Jordan, Mark and Erin for the annual distribution of beds built by Sleep in Heavenly Peace (a creepy name, I know, but they didn’t ask me). The organization was founded by a friend of Jordan’s, and Heather and Jordan have been closely involved in the project for several years now. The mission is to build bunk beds and deliver them to families with children who need beds. I was lucky enough to be able to go along this year.
|Initial organizational meeting — all the volunteers converged on Jordan’s trailer,
which was full of beds and bedding.
|Mark and Jordan carrying a bed to our first stop.|
|The first attempt — taking it through the front door in one piece.|
|We quickly discovered that no way would this thing fit through the internal doorways
into the kids’ bedroom. So we brought it back out on the lawn and took it apart.
|Reassembling the bed in the bedroom, where space was at a premium.|
|The two little boys who were getting the bed were super cute and
so very excited. The little one used to sleep in a broken crib
with his baby brother. The bigger kid slept on the couch.
|So excited for the new bed — and look at that bedding!|
Our next stop was pretty similar — a small apartment with adorable kids who were super excited to finally have a place to sleep (they’d been sleeping on a mattress they’d gotten when the 90-year-old neighbor died, and which had springs poking through).
|It was all they could do to hold still long enough for a photo.|
Whenever I question whether I made the right decision to change jobs and move across the country, it’s things like this — spending holidays with family and serving others — that make me think, yes, this is the direction I want to go. Merry Christmas!