The Berry Blog: Christmas Eve

Thursday, January 06, 2011

Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve we went to a friend's house for dinner, a talent show, singing carols and a nativity play. My pictures are lousy, but here are the few I got. Nicholas was Joseph. Thomas was a wise man. Estella was an angel (no pictures of her...but she was adorable standing on the couch shouting out her line).

For our family journal, after the fun evening with friends, Jackson went to the 1st Presbyterian Church and played his cello in their Christmas Mass. He missed out on looking at Christmas lights with the kids and I, and also on reading Christmas stories and putting the excited children to bed, but it was a good experience for him and he felt good about doing it.

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"This is our one and only chance at mortal life—here and now. The longer we live, the greater is our realization that it is brief. Opportunities come, and then they are gone. I believe that among the greatest lessons we are to learn in this short sojourn upon the earth are lessons that help us distinguish between what is important and what is not. I plead with you not to let those most important things pass you by as you plan for that illusive and nonexistent future when you will have time to do all that you want to do. Instead, find joy in the journey—now."
Thomas S. Monson
"Finding Joy in the Journey," Ensign, Nov. 2008, 85

The Things They Say

7/1/2011

Aunt Jamie- "Essie, do you go to preschool yet?"

Essie- "No, I will go to preschool when I am four." Pause..."But don't worry, I'll still love you when I am four."

7/1/2011

In Fillmore there was a chicken in the back yard. Grandpa sent Nicholas and Thomas out to chase it back to the neighbor's yard. Thomas got to the chicken first and it started running in a big circle. As it came around the circle, Nicholas was running along behind and the chicken was coming straight at him. He threw his hands up in the air and started screaming! The chicken didn't get much closer before it gave up and flew over the fence.

About an hour later Aunt Jamie overheard Nicholas saying, "I thought that chicken was going to peck me to a frazzle!"