...magic filled the air.
My photo journalism skills are pretty raw. Organic, if you will. Grainy like a loaf of bread from Whole Foods.
Oliver has commandeered my camera, taking pictures of calendars, Legos, close-ups of Winnie, his own missing teeth. Document-worthy subject matter. Between that fact and my natural spontaneity, I turn to my iPhone 4, and receive a nomination for worst picture of the year.
|Celebrating on Christmas Eve at Nana and Papa's.|
|The prettiest tree in the history of our little family. (Kindly ignore the finger coverage in the upper left corner...)|
|These two. Simpatico.|
I hope your Christmas was filled with joy and wonder at the birth of Christ. I regret that our Advent season felt slightly rushed and out of focus. I had more time to reflect on Jesus' birth post-holiday than before/during. Although we probably had things about right if you compared our activity/frame of mind to that of the city of Bethlehem during the census- hurried, frustrated, full, distracted- there wasn't a lot of stillness. We've resolved to make Christmas 2015 more peaceful and Christ-filled. Along with the rest of this new year.