Friday, December 17, 2010

The Lion and the Lamb

We trekked up to see my brother and his family last weekend. It had been way too long.

Our kids are entirely enamored of theirs. And the feeling is mutual.

These funny littles don't get enough time together.

The boys hunkered down with Legos.

The girls dressed up in animal costumes and later had high-heel dance parties to songs like "Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny Yellow Polka Dot Bikini".

I went to church Saturday night with my sister-in-law, Shannon. (Two Shanna/ons!)

Their church was small and warm. I watched her sing and when her voice caught with emotion, my eyes instantly welled up. They welled up again when her pastor spoke the words, "Love wants to come to earth through your skin and your bones and all you have to do is say YES."

Back at the house, I was reacquainted with the fact that my brother does not like pizza. Weird, right? We ate tacos around the island and bunked the kids by twos, then we watched The Proposal (excellent movie!) and ate Doritos, brownies, and in some cases, Beef-a-Roni. Shannon hooted and hollered through the movie, Cory giggled (it's true). Noal and I represented normalcy. ;)

The night was short, the morning came much too early.

Snow fell in picture-show bits - impossibly fluffy, larger-than-life.

Before we knew it, it was time to head back home.

We were having too much fun to think about photos, but we assembled the gang around the tree for a parting shot.

But someone wasn't ready to say goodbye.

Sadness quickly melted into a loud display of emotional histrionics.

And once that corner is turned, it's hard to fully sympathize.

So we did what any good parents would do.

We forced her over to the tree.

And we captured the moment for posterity.

Poor Brooke.

The Lion and the Lamb?

You ain't kidding.