A compassionate open home is part of Christian responsibility, and should be practiced up to the level of capacity.
~ Francis A. Schaeffer
This quote really doesn't apply here because I love my family and I was thrilled to have them all in my home on Christmas Day. The wee haven may have been bulging at the seams, but it was all good and I enjoyed myself tremendously. This post is mostly for documenting purposes so don't feel that you have to read when you have better things to do. 🌲🌲🌲
The bubble over my niece Kea's head says You're going to jump, aren't you?
Phew! Thought better of it..
What is it?
Joel (Little E's dad), Little E, Kim (Little E's grandmother), Jake
What is it?!
Oh! A blue dinosaur. (The best photo and I blew it. Oh well, Little E was very pleased with his new friend.)
Of all the people here, I didn't get my daughter Laurel's picture. She arrived the day before Christmas to help me clean and set up for Christmas Day.
Yes, I am sending a secret message. ☺
She took me for my treatment on Friday last.
Laurel studies the menu at 99
She hung with me all afternoon when I'm sure that she had better things to do. It's nice to have company for that process. Before you ask, I am doing well, my doctor is pleased, and I feel pretty good most of the time. Oh, and my hair is growing back. Yay!