Waking up to snow on Christmas morning was one of the many things that made this weekend special. Having my family in town makes me happier than I can even express; it is loud, crazy and chaotic, and that is precisely what I love.
This weekend involved lots of snuggling, eating, drinking and chatting (usually we sit at the dinner table for hours after we finish eating, usually multiple conversations go on at one time, and usually you have to shout to be heard). We barely left the house and I barely left Isabel's new heated blanket. It was perfect.