Joy to the World

Christmas was a whirlwind! 

We made it to about every family event that we could squeeze into the extended weekend. We clocked approximately 1300 miles, 18 hours, 3 states, and countless cities.

All the hugs and laughter were worth it though.

Georgia had a white Christmas for the first time since 1352 (exaggeration) and this is a view of the first few flakes from my Grandmother's 120 year old kitchen window. If she ever sells this house, I plan on looting for its windows, crystal doorknobs, and chandeliers. They're heirlooms, people.

We spent Christmas Eve with my dad's side of the family. I can't remember the last time I've laughed so hard. They are simply good, sweet people. I love that they are "my roots".

This year, we rolled out of bed and opened gifts with my mom and sister. (It was 7 am. No cameras allowed.)

Then headed (back) to my grandmothers for the aforementioned snow flurries and gifts with our favorite little ones:

We hit the road again, this time to Matt's parents house where we had a gift opening marathon (seriously, there was even an intermission) and delicious Christmas dinner. Grady was a sick baby, but still sweet as ever. He (of course) doesn't yet understand the whole "Christmas thing", but I like to think that he's getting used to the idea of Matt and I being his very favorite aunt and uncle in the whole wide world...

It was a cold, snowy drive back to Nashville on Sunday.

But it was a sweet homecoming.

Upon our arrival, I morphed into a madwoman, flying through the house on my broom, piling Christmas decorations into my arms, whisking them away to their vacation home in the attic. Not in a scrooge sort-of-way. Just an "I want my stickin' house back for goodness' sake" sort-of-way.

While I was eager to get back to "normal", I am sad to see such a lovely Christmas season come and go. I can't believe it's over so soon.

But since it is, let's all put money on how soon swimsuits will be out at Target.

Bets, anyone?

Lauren