Yesterday...

...Max made me "an I love you card". He drew me and a bucket of lasagna- while he was drawing it, he wouldn't let me see it but asked me how to spell lasagna. It seemed strange at the time, but now totally makes sense?....There is a little colored in heart with Max scribbled beside it. So, yes, it is in fact an I love you card. Or it was, Sam found it and that was the end of that.

...Sam said "A-voo Mats" pretty clearly. (We know it means love you, max.) Needless to say, Max was pretty happy. Sam has also been very busy pulling decorations off the tree, wanting to talk to ANYONE on the phone, climbing the ladder Dustin built for Max's top bunk, and learning to say prayers. He has also figured out how to wedge himself between the kitchenaid and the microwave on the counter. He thinks its cozy.

...I watched "It's a Wonderful Life" for the first time. Dustin was at the school studying most of the day, so I was happy to watch it on tv after the kids had gone to bed. My favorite part of the whole movie was the Angel named Clarence. I don't think enough people in this world are named Clarence. Maybe I'll have Max write that out on a card for me.

Yesterday, I didn't think about all the things I need to do before Christmas. I was very cranky in the morning and thought entirely about myself. Isn't it wonderful that I can say sorry to my family for being such a bum, and I think they actually forgave me! Seriously, when I say cranky, I mean shooting flames from my eyes and ears. I tried sewing during that time, which let me tell you, is NOT a good idea when you're mad. Sam's christmas pillowcase turned out a little off kilter.

Today I thought about Antipasto and how much Dustin loves it. I thought about Max waking up at night, asking me for reassurance. I thought about Sam's runny nose and cough, but how he smiles and laughs and climbs anyway. I thought about the reason I can say I'm sorry, and have it mean something. Today I thought about Christmas. I thought about my Savior. I'm glad I don't have to think about christmas pillowcases, or what I should buy for Dustin. Instead I can think of why we're here, and why we celebrate this season. When I fill my mind with the important stuff, it genuinely does not matter what side of bed I get out of.

Merry Christmas.

Love, Lindsey Dustin Max and Sam