I am a bit embarrased by this picture, because everything is a mess, but that's what happens on Christmas at our house. And I thought it was so cute that our tween, who is halfway through her last year of being a tween and nearly a full-fledged teenager, found her way into this box, just like she used to do when she was a wee little one. Below, can you find the pug?
Grandma and Papa's gifts were a HUGE hit - fringe cowboy boots for Brailey, which she is over the moon about...!
We also didn't have to be woken at the crack of dawn, this year. We slept a bit later, which was a nice change for Brady and I. And after we opened the gifts and sang Happy Birthday to Jesus, we had a wonderful day watching movies and being lazy, something we rarely do. It was a different kind of Christmas, and one that snuck up on us, causing a bit of stress in the weeks leading up to it, but it turned out perfectly.