Potato Soup

Our Christmas Eve.

 Gentry woke up at 6:45 this morning and came into our room to tell us she and Sierra were going for a bike ride.  Gregg told her not until 8:00.  She didn't go back to sleep...until 15 minutes before dinner tonight.

 Forty years ago my dad made a humble "potato soup" that, through the years, has become a little less humble (butter, cream, paprika) and also a family tradition. Did I mention it's unbelievably delicious?

Chocolate sauce for crepes tomorrow....yes, my dad loves to be in the kitchen as much I love to be out of it. Win, win!

She woke up happy (thankfully).

Drew off pain meds....finally!

My momma.

I told you they really did like those pajamas.

We ended our night with a few other traditions....

     Gregg read the Christmas story from Luke 2, and we watched Mr. Krueger's Christmas.

This little movie has been near and dear to my heart since I was six.  It's also become one of my kids favorites.  Yes, its dated (70's attire and such).  But, I love it and love how it makes my heart happy thinking about our Savior's love for us. And, who can't help but love Jimmy Stewart?

Before bed Sadie played "Silent Night" for us and we sang and I tried to lock the moment in my mind.  She's a senior you know. Merry Christmas Eve.