So last week Russ headed out of town for a few days and I took that opportunity to break the rules. Because you know, cats away and all that and also, because I am so rebellious like that.
We listened to Christmas music all day. All day. Every day.
For all of you out there that are like, "It's not even Thanksgiving yet, you can't dive into Christmas!"
You know what I'm thankful for? Christmas music. Boom. Like a boss.
What you need to know is that sometimes it is devastating as an adoptive parent to remember all that you missed. All the milestones you didn't get to witness.
But sometimes? Getting to experience a first with kids that can walk and talk, and for that matter yell and dance?
Cue Jingle Bells.
Who knew it was such a game changer right? But with the the snow falling down and instruments in hands my kids have become some crazy "Bingle Bell" singing machines.(When daddy isn't home, of course, because some people around here aren't into breaking rules ;))
Lily is usually the conductor, Alex on percussion, Eli does the choreography, and Ava does lead vocals. (Jane just bounces in her seat.)
It brings back an awe and wonder that is easy to forget about when you have lived you whole life with something.
So as for me and my house…we will go sing Jingle Bells and thank the Lord for His Awe-someness.