Well, a town not too far from us creates a Polar Express experience for children on an old train. Ceece had tickets and the Cpt. was out of town, so I got to go. The terrible weather the night before and more terrible weather expected made me a bit nervous, but thank the Lord, we went and returned without a problem. Not so for the semi, overturned in someone's yard and eggs, eggs, everywhere.
So, the kiddies wear their jammies, some adults too. I just wore a Christmas sweatshirt.
Won't you join us?
I do wish another grandma could have been included. Oma continues to have a very tough time. When one thing is resolved, another creeps up and she is in real need of prayers at this time.
Still no word on the adoption scene.
Another rough, icy morning expected. Already our principal has called a delay. I'm expecting some company to do a little elving ourselves tomorrow evening, so I can use the time.
A Gingerbread Party, trip to The Polar Express, brunch with my siblings and 3 batches of fudge has left me grateful for feeling good throughout, but ready for a big nap.