Oh, Friends. 2015 was going to be my year. I was going to be a Blog Superhero. But then… life.
Dear Eleanora and Charlotte,
A little over a year ago, a dear friend of mine passed away unexpectedly, leaving her precious babies to navigate life without their mama. When each of you were born, my greatest fear became losing you, until I considered an even deeper fear: that you might lose me, while you are still small and vulnerable and very much in need of your mama. I hope and pray that never happens to us, my sweet girls. But while we are here together, appreciating the preciousness of life, there is something that is essential for me to tell you.
Happy New Year! It’s been so long; how about a quick catch-up in photos?
It’s that time of year again: THE ANNUAL VISIT WITH SANTA.
So far Eleanora has had two Santa visits. On the first visit she was little enough to just go with it:
The second visit she wasn’t thrilled about but complied anyway:
Seeing as we were already 2-0 with the Santa visits, I felt like a fool hoping to get a good Santa photo for a third year in a row. Add to the mix a 6-month-old, and we were really playing with fire.