The Last Post of the Year . . .
. . . unless, of course, something amazing happens tomorrow. Lindy: I can't believe how grown up she is looking these days. My friend Cody knitted Loo this cute little red sweater more than a year ago and Lindy finally fits it. We call it her "Christmas sweater." Lindy likes to search it out and bring it to us so that we'll put it on her. Lindy in her Christmas sweater. On Christmas Eve, we joined with the rest of the Sullivan siblings, several of the in-laws’ parents, and some family friends, for the annual nativity in the barn except this year it wasn’t in the barn. Our numbers grew to epic proportions, necessitating a last minute change in venue to a local church building. We started with dinner and moved on to the nativity, this time on a stage complete with a mural of Bethlehem taped on front (thanks to Kim’s dad). At least we were warm . I thought that maybe the church gym would feel impersonal and cold, but it was one of those smaller gyms and w...