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And just like that, in the blink of an eye, another magical Christmas has come and gone. It's crazy to think that the year 2017 is so quickly coming to a close (I'm only just beginning to get the hang of writing 2017 at the beginning of each journal entry... I have no clue how I'm ever going to remember to write 2018). It's been a simple, happy Christmas spent with the people we love-- just the way we like it. It's been weird to see Christmas through the perspective of being a mother. I all but bawled every time anyone brought up "Baby Jesus" (maybe it's those postpartum hormones...? Yeah, I'll blame the excessive emotions on that). It's so funny how such a little thing (aka Billie Rose) can turn your whole world upside down. And it's so beautiful that the whole world was changed by the birth of a tiny little baby in a manger. When I was growing up, I used to tease my mom for crying every time she bore testimony of the Savior and His birth... but now I'm beginning to get it. Motherhood, man... it really does change everything.

We spent our Christmas Eve with my family. We indulged ourselves in yummy foods (like cheeseballs and ham sauce-- k, I'm sorry, but I'm a real sucker for the ham + ham sauce combo), reading the story of Jesus' birth together, and laughing over old Christmas memories during our gift exchange. This year, we opened Billie's presents for her (for obvious reasons), but I'm sure she'll be opening ours for us next year (maybe we'll have to stash all of the wrapped presents somewhere other than under the tree so she's not tempted to rip them open before their rightful time). Oh, time... I want you to speed up and slow down all at once.

Fun fact: Billie was totally wearing a full-blown fleece pajama set beneath her Christmas dress.
We were kind of bummed that Christmas Eve had arrived and there still wasn't any snow on the ground. Tay and I are both those cheesy kinds of people who always keeps their fingers crossed for a white Christmas. We snuck up into the mountains looking for snow in the afternoon before heading down to my parent's house to participate in the Christmas Eve festivities, and the snow must have followed us back down the canyon because just as we were getting ready to leave my parent's house later that evening, we walked outside into a quiet, beautiful winter wonderland! Millions of fluffy, white snowflakes were silently drifting down from the dark heavens above. We squealed and danced as we ran about the yard with our arms waving in the air and our heads turned upwards towards the sky. It was our own little "Christmas miracle." The snow came just in the knick of time.

On Christmas morning I woke up to a kiss from Taylor Dale and a happy, sleepy Billie Rose. She slept in later than she normally does and we considered that her Christmas gift to us. Her other gift to us was the sweetest, most perfect giggle! She woke up from a nice little nap on Christmas Eve and the instant she saw my face, her eyes light up with joy and she let out the happiest noise I have ever heard! It made me so impossibly happy that I instantly began to happy cry (which made Taylor instantly begin to laugh like santa claus).

We wore our matching Christmas pajamas (which is definitely one of our best traditions) and spent the morning at Taylor's parent's home. We had so much fun picking out presents for everyone this year-- maybe that's why this year's gift exchange was one of my favorites yet! Taylor and I both agreed (once all the gift-giving was over) that watching the reaction of the people who receive our gifts is such a fun part of Christmas. Tay and I are the worst at keeping our gifts for each other a secret... so by the time Christmas morning rolled around, we'd already given each other all of the gifts we got for each other. Whoops? 

My heart is full. This Christmas season has been a sweet one. We've started new traditions and carried on old traditions. We've laughed and loved and sometimes even cried (but the good kind of cry). And as Christmas Day comes to a close, we're just grateful for the birth of a sacred child so many years in the little town of Bethlehem. And we're grateful for the birth of our own little child who has made life as sweet as can be.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight!


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