Here they are lined up to go see what was in the family room:
Then the present-opening festivities began:
Grace gave us some of her best clay work from her clay class at school...filled with candy too.
And Elle gave us a picture of the Hawaii temple along with a watercolor she whipped up that I love.
Lucy made all kinds of pretty awesome Braille tags and gifts for us, which I better photograph and get on here at some point too.
I made a Chatbook of random pictures from the year for each girl. They were pretty excited about those.
Speaking of photo books, our friends who took care of and housed Elle in London for her internship (who we didn't even really know at the time but who have been planted firmly in our hearts forever) sent us a book of some of the adventures over there in England.
We are forever grateful for that wonderful Croft family.
We had to kind of scramble after that to get to church.
Kind of a nice little touch to Christmas to get to worship and take the sacrament on Christmas Day.
Then, as a special Christmas bonus we let Grace drive us home in preparation for her permit test that week.
Loved that we got to soak up this girl for so long this break!
We left the traditional eggs Benedict until after church.
I was so excited to have my mom, the expert, there to help with the hollandaise sauce. That's a lot of concentration right there I tell you!
We dropped off my parents at the airport (more about their visit soon...we got to so so many great things together)...we were sad to say goodbye but not too sad since we were going up to stay with them the next day...
...and headed to Dave's parent's house for their traditional Christmas Day potluck dinner that we have missed the last few years.
So good to be with these great cousins we adore:
Then we went home to whip that Christmas house of ours into shape before talking to Max and packing up to head out early the next morning.
By this point the Christmas rush had hit, and there was so much to do and I think stresses and all the commotion leading up to this point somehow mixed up to fuel a great wing-dinger of a fight between Dave and me.
Luckily Dave is pretty great at saying he's sorry...even when it's my fault, and we were able to clear out that horrible feeling in time to get ready for the talk with our boy.
Dark picture I know, but to us his light was shining pretty bright.