That dreaded Christmas Pink Slip

All you don't want for Christmas is that dreaded pink slip, and yes my beloved got it. Can not believe the timing of it though. He will work thru until mid January. We are trying very hard to keep our eyes on Jesus as we face this trial, nothing is unexpected to Him. The biggest thing that my heart struggles with is the loss of health benefits having kids with critical medical issues. I know that God is faithful and I will keep my heart stayed on Him.

This Christmas Eve we went to church and enjoyed the singing and service. I was amazed that even Sweetpea is singing along to some of the songs. Her favorite by far is Joy to the World, she knows most of it. My second and fourth buttons were on the stage singing and it was sweet to see. Sweetpea had a very hard time with having someone else have something special. She became very disruptive to the point of striking out at me. I realize that the whole day has been an overload of stimulus for her and it would have been better for her to skip this evening but I selfishly did not want to miss my buttons' performances. For most of the service Sweetpea was fit to be tied and it took some time afterward to see her transition back to calm.

We arrived home to the towns annual fire brigade neighborhood parade with a Santa and a sleigh. Sweetpea has been waiting for him for a little while now. His wagon stopped in front of the house and all the girls still festooned in their princess dresses from church hopped around on the sidewalk. They gave him a plate of cookies (there's a funny story about that from a couple years ago, oldest button is still holding a grudge, AK) and he gave them each a candy cane which they rushed in to put high up on the tree. Sweetpea wanted to know if that was all there was to be with the big guy and why did he have goats driving his cart? So funny we just laughed.

We took some Christmas pictures mainly because I'm a mama'ratzzi and they were so beautiful in their couture. Then we sipped eggnog and shared what we were most grateful for this Christmas. It was a sweet evening. Now they are all snuggled in their beds begging to sleep in late tomorrow.........yes, we raise them wrong around here right from the start.

We send you each our prayers for a blessed Christmas and that you would know the miracle that happened that silent night long ago in Bethlehem for yourself.