Ren and John-Heath are all smiles for the traditional in-front-of-the-tree picture a couple nights before Christmas.
I probably took fifty of these just to get a few good ones. A 5-year-old is not the most easily manageable participant at times.
Ren among some of her goodies on Christmas morning. The older they get the smaller the presents get.
All the family came up on Christmas day. Here's my niece Megan holding (from clockwise) Dylan, John-Heath, and Weston, with Ren leaning in.
Jessie, the seamstess of the family, looking over my new sewing machine. Yep. My sister got me one. Now, I just need to figure out how to use it.
John-Heath with, probably, his most favorite gift of the night...his doctor's coat and medical bag. This was a gift from my niece Megan. She's in nursing school and John-Heath has always been fascinated by all the stuff in her bag, so she bought him his own. He practically squealed with delight when he opened it.
His bag was full of everything any good doctor would need to make a house call, and believe you me, this doctor has already made some - including one to our bedroom bright and early the next morning.
Megan even had his name and an emblem embroidered on the coat. How cute is that? And, who knows, maybe one day he'll be able to wear a real one.
As you can tell, we all had a wonderful Christmas and, more importantly, a great year. The best part was not the gifts, but rather getting to spend it with those we love. Too often we take for granted that each year and each Christmas will be the same. But it won't. As time marches on there will be changes, both good and bad, so we should cherish every moment we have together.
I hope this past year was great for you, too, and that each of you had a blessed Christmas.