One of my favorite childhood Christmas memories was when we got snowed in at my Grandma’s house on Christmas Day when I was about 8 years old. I just remember that my family got to spend a lot of quality time together. We played games, we watched movies, we played in the snow, we ate, we talked… but most importantly we were TOGETHER. There’s just something magical about being forced to stay home if you are with people you love. This year, we were given that gift again!
The weathermen began forecasting snow early Christmas week and I got very excited but I tried not to get my hopes up. During the Thursday morning news they said that we were definitely getting snow and we needed to plan to stay where we were after about 3 or 4 in the afternoon on Christmas Eve. Robin and I decided to pack up and plan to stay at my mom’s house in case the roads became bad. Mom only lives 2 miles away from us but we didn’t want to risk not being able to come home or not being able to return on Christmas morning. By the way- it’s amazing how much packing is required for 2 adults, a toddler, and a newborn for just ONE night! It looked like we were moving in!
Well, we received some snow… 8 inches in the form of a blizzard to be exact! We ended up staying at mom’s for 2 nights because the roads were so bad. The snow was beautiful and the time spent with my family was even more beautiful.
We got to Nana’s house just after lunch time on Christmas Eve. My aunt Judy and brother Brandon got to spend the night too. Nana had crafts for Emma, Brandon made us a very yummy gourmet meal, we read the Christmas story, played games, and just hung out.
Foster’s 1st real smile caught on camera… he was excited about Christmas!