We spent some of our Twelve Days of Christmas with our loved Owen family. It's always-- always-- a wonderful time of visiting and feasting.
I say it every single time, but they host all eight of us with such aplomb that they deserve a medal. They serve grace and love around every turn, squelching through spilled puddles of juice, sweeping through mounds of crumbs after each meal, and stepping over toys that seep out of the playroom to blanket the floors every time I turn my back.
Two pictures:
We are happy to celebrate this lovely girl's birthday when we come down. (I look at Sarah and see Annie as an adult.)
She had a cuddlebug glued to her arm, too.
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