Last night, was our yearly night for hot cocoa, french toast for dinner and seeing the lights in our jammies. I am so disappointed there aren't lights on 38th Street in Austin any more, but so grateful RR has gotten it right two years at the big park in town. We rolled the windows down and the kids sang carols at the top of their lungs throughout the drive. HR danced to the singing.
I cherish these Christmas memories. They are some of my favorite.