Monday, December 26, 2016
Sometimes It's Dreamy & Sometimes It's Downright Messy
2. Today was a mixture of beauty, exhaustion, some tears turned to smiles, frozen pizza for dinner and a baby that spiked a fever. I love the family the Lord has so graciously blessed us with. We are a beautiful mess and it's lovely and I'm thankful.
3. So homemade cinnamon rolls have been part of this ideal Christmas morning tradition I've had. Most Christmas's it has not happened at all. But get this, every year I could not pull myself together to make them homemade cinnamon rolls always ended up gracing our table Christmas Morning through sweet friends. Fun marveling at that as we (my hubs) rolled out cinnamon rolls this morning. It was the dreamy kinda cinnamon roll making I've hoped would one day happen. Most everyone jumped in and mixed or rolled or sprinkled at some point or another. It wasn't a flash mob but rather a sweet trickling in and out. This sight definitely is one I've longed for in my head since I decided cinnamon rolls were important to me Christmas Morning.