Opportunity always comes so late

It comes so late in the evening, but I can't resist the opportunity when it comes. As it turns out, I don't have as much to say as I thought. Christmas this year has been completely different than anything I've experienced before. Last year, Freddy had been with us for a little over a month. We had no idea what was happening though, no security in what the future held for our budding family. A year later we have that future, two beautiful babies that God has trusted us to care for! The number one emotion I've felt is gratitude. I still have nights putting Addie to bed where I just cry, feeling like there's no reason in the world that I deserve for God to have answered my prayers for a child and then some! I know I'm being all sappy, and I can't really put it into words anyway. So, I'll just share some pictures from our happy days with some captions!

Christmas at Nana's

Doesn't Jason look thrilled?

Addie with her Uncle Will and Abby Cadabby


Blow those kissers!

Freddy opening his pretend bb gun, oh the joy!

Freddy and cousin Aurora playing with the train table.

Addie and the ball popper.

This is Freddy and Addie setting out cookies, milk, & their Christmas lists for santa. Addie is just trying to get at the cookies, give 'em!

This is one of my favorites. They look so excited. This was our Christmas morning at home.

Christmas Eve Service at Church.

So funny!

So sweet!

Look at sugar baby sweety.

This was at Jason's aunt & uncle's house in Conway. Lots of photo opps!

Now we're in full birthday party planning mode. It's just next weekend! I made my order today for her party supplies and had to pay out the wazoo for shipping since I waited so long. Hopefully it will be well worth it in cuteness. Next step, the cake! I'll do a separate post so share my joy and grief over Addie's impending milestone. She is such a sweet heart...most of the time but I am definitely in for it. We have started the fits, the throwing her arms around, growling, shaking her head, and kicking. Then I tell her, "No," and she makes this face, this pout, lip trembling, face melting cry and I feel guilty even though she basically just slapped me across the face or kicked me in the gut. Parenting is a breeze!