Happy New Year

We made it through the Christmas season. My parents and grandmother came to town through Christmas Eve, Lance, G and I had Christmas morning at home and then went to Lance's parents. Although it wasn't the Christmas that any of us would have envisioned a year ago, as a group I give us all gold stars in the "counting your blessings" department:) It was a very nice Christmas season.

I'm writing this with G on my lap as he is VERY excited about Baby Seren's Christmas present. As Lance's Christmas present we made a stepping stones- each from G and S. I thought this would be a great gift for the garden Lance made right after Seren was born. G's is more a free spirited interpretation, but, completely on his own, he told me Baby Seren's was going to be a butterfly. So-a butterfly it shall be. We are heading over to see Seren in a bit to get her footprints as the butterfly wings. Luckily Lance's parents are meeting us over there to give me some help with the whole "project." Should be an interesting morning!!!

Happy Holidays

We have survived Thanksgiving and the Drumstick Dash. Grayson even made the picture section of the race's homepage!! Depending on when I have seen any given person in the past month, I will have told you a different surgery date. Nothing is as easy as it seems. However, it appears that the surgery is now definitely set for January 12th. We can still get bumped the day of, but, unless that happens, the 12th should be the date. I think we have made all the necessary arrangements for Grayson etc. and I pray everything goes as planned.

Christmas is coming fast upon us, and we are hoping for a happy time as a family. This is G's first Christmas where he can really understand what is going on so we are having a good time introducing him to the Christmas story and starting ongoing family traditions with him.

This Christmas I know I have gifts that can't be put in packages and wrapped in bows. So does Lance, and so, hopefully, will Grayson. Many people have said how they enjoy holding Seren. I think I have figured out why-its because most of us never see another person who is utterly without guile. She is a true innocent. Maybe that's the lesson she was sent here to show all of us.

I'm not a crier. Never have been. However, as long as I can remember, I have cried at the sound of a children's choir singing. Those little hopeful voices always got me all choked up. The other Sunday at church when the Angel Choir sang I finally realized why--its the sound of all those miracles in one place. Every voice you hear is a multitude of miracles. Like Seren's, there are also voices that are silent. There are people who communiate in other ways. They might take more effort to understand, but, in the end the messages are worthwhile. I hope we all can stop and listen to the quiet this holiday season. Merry Christmas.

xo,

Jennifer